Ripe Cabernet Sauvignon Poem by Cui Gya

All the sweetness of this season
Returns to the countryside
You save unnecessary messages in this season
Your happiness becomes more oxygenated
Your wheels start to speed up
From city to the countryside
The West Coast has an autumn you don't want to miss
Purple fruits are ripe
Cabernet Sauvignon, Oh! Cabernet Sauvignon
En primeur wine can be brewed
Old wine is in full swing
The happiness of you and me is fermenting in the air
They can be seen in the Pacific Ocean