Calling softly in April

April gently beckons summer.

The schoolyard resounded with the melodious sounds of folk songs.

In a flowing white dress

Innocently giggling, singing and playing.

Cicada sings the lullaby of the changing seasons.

Spring passes, summer arrives, and the rain suddenly comes.

The gentle sunshine of the countryside

The golden rice fields are enchanting.

The sky is filled with the red blossoms of the flame tree, a symbol of our hopes.

Each cluster is a vibrant, dreamy shade of pink.

Sweet childhood memories

My heart is filled with joy as I eagerly await the arrival of summer.

April brings the intoxicating scent of grapefruit blossoms.

The gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of your hair.

Interwoven with gentle memories

A sweet, tender summer dream awaits.

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