My hometown is July.
The ripening season of green grapes
The legend of this village has been handed down from generation to generation.
Dream of the distant sky, branded one by one.
The sea under the sky opens its heart.
The ship with sails was blown gracefully by the wind.
My eager guests will wear blue robes.
Looking for it wearily
To welcome him, I picked this grape to eat.
You can be willing to wet your hands.
Children, on our dining table.
Prepare a silver plate and cover it with a white towel.
What is this song? What strange lyrics, haha.