January is full of bustling village festivals. Rosy cheeks and gentle lips of a country girl...
Night hear the garden rustle
Early morning dew clear pink eyes
Green rice seedlings in the field
See you on the day of shiny, golden rice
January is full of village festivals
Rosy cheeks and red lips, gentle country girl
The rowing rhythm is imbued with charm.
Sending fragrance into the wind, vowing to give love
Gentle, soothing
Open the branches and buds, the leaves sprouting tenderly.
The road is soaked with flowers
The music of passionate joy chirped.
January the wind is drifting
Flying absentmindedly between the vastness of the sky and earth
My arms hold you tight - I
Spring is filled with words of love.