The morning when the sun awakens the dew.
My bag is full of dust.
Has been combed clean by the grassland wind.
I finally meet you.
Green in my dream
The vastness and emptiness in the dream
God, it's so blue.
Clouds, so white and pure.
I lay wandering on the grass wave.
Looking for your own summer
The grass slope is very close.
They will hold hands forever.
They will love each other forever.
Look at their feet.
It has been going on.
Open, pure and brilliant.
Buckwheat flower
That's a blessing from God.
This is a testimony of love.
Forgive the cow for wagging its tail leisurely.
That is their carefree happiness.
I don't know how to express it.
Forgive the horse's running.
In such a big temple.
Who doesn't want to fly all his life?
And flocks of sheep.
Forgive them for disturbing the peace of the grassland for a moment.
They are spoiled children here.
They can't live without a lush home.
Walking barefoot into the grassland at night
Grassland night
I hope I'm not disturbing your peace.
Let me sit under the silent and twinkling stars
Sing the poem I gave you.
It can't describe one tenth of your beauty.
Just a wanderer eager to return.
I want to call you mom.
Of course, I will also play a song of missing.
Let this melancholy whistle take away my care.
give her