Poetry: I would like to become an eagle.

there is a kind of thought

rolling in the sea of my heart

there is a kind of voice

there is a kind of yearning

there is a kind of

there is a kind of dream

it makes my sky bluer

Gesanghua on the plateau

Do you reflect red grandma?

flying to my long-lost home

there is a longing

stirring in my heart

there is a yearning

giving me wings

there is a power

pushing me up

there is a spirit

making me look flying

singing on the plateau

. Turn into an eagle

and fly to Lhasa I yearn for

I would like to turn into an eagle

and fly to Lhasa I yearn for

Suo Ya La Liso

Suo Ya La Liso

Suo Ya La Liso

Suo Ya La Liso

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