The day of returning to the village is no longer the same. The villagers are still the same...
The day of returning to the village
The countryside people are still old and the countryside people are still old.
Remember the time of patched shirts and hats
Morning and night, regardless of sun or rain
Many seasons of fallen leaves in the temple yard
The lion turned to stone during the vegetarian meditation season
When will the moon stop waning?
Half hung cinnamon bow, half filled river bottom
When will the smoke of burning fields subside?
No more tears for those who marry far away
The evening bird calls its friend
People come back with homesickness
Hometown uncle mother aunt
Sticky rice cakes are still used to go to the pagoda.
Human love is not for sale
Words to please each other
May hair fade
I come back to find a word of love
Beautiful bamboo grows at the top of the temple
Beautiful people living in the countryside.