Residents don’t come back

The nostalgia in parting has long been included in the words of quan ho folk songs. But the images of being held back and nostalgic are hard to come by in such moments of separation. That image seems to be unique because at that time, even the land was eroded and the rice branches were shaking with flowers:

I’m back, I’m still in love

Now, I have cried a lot, now I’m crying silently

The side skirts are the sides of the shirt

And this also has a wet dress

Wet like rain

Oh man, you stay with me.