Cuckoo is one of my old childhood friends,
And I was always different from other kids,
In the rainy season, I was making two rounds
Every day beneath the willow trees with other guys.
As I grew older, I forgot life's many noteworthy things.
But not those happy moments
with Cuckoo
His voice is harmonic and worth heeding.
Refreshing old memories truly makes us new.
And still today, whenever he sings at gracious dawn,
My heart leaps up with joy,
I don't delay,
To leave the bed and join his famous song.
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