Tengger
The wind crosses the grassland,
How many legends have been blown away,
The rest is your story,
Made into a song by wine and milk tea.
Ride home,
Broad because of you,
Spread your goodwill everywhere,
Carved in the shepherd's heart,
Unforgettable
Every baby born,
With your blood,
Every shepherd's face,
With your outline,
In the dream of every yurt,
You've been riding a horse.
In the dream of every yurt,
You've been riding a horse.