Not long after the beginning of autumn,
The animal with sexuality awakened can’t clam down their frenzied restlessness heart.
At night, the field plays its “wonderful” symphony,
And the earth is playing the same song over and over again, chirping…
Among them, the sound of courtship,
Is always greater than the secretion of male hormones.
Human who love freely should be innocent,
Like girls first have interest of love, slightly shy and generous boys next door.

Human, if fall into the deep feelings of past, can’t extricate themself,
Even the wonderful feeling of singing, sounds harsh.
Crickets at this time, ah~
In their era of free mating, no one exists to be bothered.
Waiting for the cool breeze to convey the notes, and tell those—
Don’t always choose a tree hang on,
“Here comes Qixi Festival!”—
Single people, are you still available?