Dream poem, ordinary, 12 rows or more will do.

With dreams, singing all the way, singing the beautiful yearning in my heart. The steed is flying on the road, and Hada is fluttering in the wind not far away, waiting for you to rush into the starry sky. Whose face is young, and too much bright moonlight has fallen on my shoulders. My lovely hometown, beautiful yurts, warm sunshine, and places that many people yearn for have all experienced many hopes and many wandering good wishes. You have to spread your wings and fly, sing along with your dreams, sing the beautiful yearning in your heart, and sing the songs of cattle and sheep all over the mountain. How loud the mighty eagle flies in the sky, striding forward and singing all the way, throwing away confusion and bravely getting on the horse, flying all the way, waiting for you to rush in front of Hada, which is not far from the wind.