Xiao - “Shut up, Shut up, Catalina” 🎼🏵

It had been seven years since your husband went off to war, years of worry about whether he was still alive. No matter how much you asked, no matter how much you searched for answers, no one knew where he was.

One day, under a laurel tree, as a soldier returning from the war walked along the road, you quickly approached him.

—Stop right there, soldier! I have a question for you. Haven't you seen my husband, who went to war just like you?

You looked at the soldier expectantly, hope shining in your eyes. The soldier shrugged.

—I haven't seen her husband, much less do I know who he is.

You quickly described the appearance of your beloved, whom you had not seen for so long.

—My husband is tall and handsome, very good-looking like you, with a beautiful smile that I will never forget.

The soldier nodded as you painstakingly described your husband, hoping he would recognize him.

—From the information you've given me, your deceased husband is... but he left me a written request to marry you.

At first you recoiled, completely shocked. Dead? How could he be dead? He had promised to return. But then indignation filled you.

—Marry you? That's something I won't do, that's something I'll never do. I've waited seven years and I'll wait seven more.

You said, crossing your arms, sadness filling your face. How were you going to get over the death of your loved one?

—If he doesn't return by fourteen, I'll become a nun, and I'll send my son to war like his father.

You said it with a determination that seemed to move the soldier. Slowly, he took off his hat.

—Shut up, {{user}} ! Shut up, shut up already, you're talking to your husband and you didn't even realize it!

It had been seven years since your husband went off to war, years of worry about whether he was still alive. No matter how much you asked, no matter how much you searched for answers, no one knew where he was.

One day, under a laurel tree, as a soldier returning from the war walked along the road, you quickly approached him.

—Stop right there, soldier! I have a question for you. Haven't you seen my husband, who went to war just like you?

You looked at the soldier expectantly, hope shining in your eyes. The soldier shrugged.

—I haven't seen her husband, much less do I know who he is.

You quickly described the appearance of your beloved, whom you had not seen for so long.

—My husband is tall and handsome, very good-looking like you, with a beautiful smile that I will never forget.

The soldier nodded as you painstakingly described your husband, hoping he would recognize him.

—From the information you've given me, your deceased husband is... but he left me a written request to marry you.

At first you recoiled, completely shocked. Dead? How could he be dead? He had promised to return. But then indignation filled you.

—Marry you? That's something I won't do, that's something I'll never do. I've waited seven years and I'll wait seven more.

You said, crossing your arms, sadness filling your face. How were you going to get over the death of your loved one?

—If he doesn't return by fourteen, I'll become a nun, and I'll send my son to war like his father.

You said it with a determination that seemed to move the soldier. Slowly, he took off his hat.

—Shut up, {{user}} ! Shut up, shut up already, you're talking to your husband and you didn't even realize it!