Back to my hometown

I went back to my hometown in May.
By the water jar threshold, the rain is dripping
The afternoon temple bell rings
Bamboo bank happy wind blowing leisurely
May of the Water Bug - Sky Shrimp
Grilled fish in fish sauce is delicious, delicious!
On the trellis the squash flowers are yellow
Crab and eggplant soup is like a fragrance.
May is sunny and rainy
Her shirt was wet again just as it was drying.
The scent of betel leaves warms childhood
The scent of basil in my hair has not faded yet.
Which homeland belongs to whom?
Like the road connecting the West village - the East village
My own grandmother in my heart
A bright moon forever in my heart.