When the wisteria bears green grapes,
The last ballad that became this summer.
When the white butterfly approaches the pink flower,
This summer ushered in the first dance music.
When the light blue railing appears on the envelope page,
The clouds in the sky gathered thousands of gods.
When the red sunset enters the sea level, The flag of the Conch is floating in the territory of the European Union.
When the girl with the ponytail walks on the road with her hands folded,
The feathers of youth have just begun to unfurl.
When swallows fly over the eaves of every pavilion,
The kangaroo at the crevice of the stone is looking for the arrival of the primitive society.
When the green grass pulls the ants out, Flocks of little swallows have returned from another city to the pond of frogs.
When the exclusive memory brings you a surprise gift again,
Poverty and sorrow are just pages in a diary.
