Sunday comes again

Sunday comes again,
The cock crowed mightily,
Breaking the silence at the edge of the morning,
Wake up the people of the whole earth.

Meanwhile, the flowers in the yard began to bloom,
The shape is beautiful and circular,
There are jasmine, orchids and roses,
Gives coolness without bargaining.

Your bloom in the early morning,
Accompanied by soul-cooling air,
I looked at it carefully,
Oh right, your beauty is truly real.

When evening comes,
I shower you cheerfully,
Can't wait for dawn to come,
To be able to meet again,
Oh my flower.