How many dreams run on the snowfield,
Holding a handful of saffron and waving it in the air,
Aobao with fragrant butter tea.
Yaks splash snowflakes flying all over the sky,
On the hillside stood the mighty god mastiff.
Ah, the golden sun shines brightly,
The eagle flies freely in the sky.
How many dreams embrace you,
How many dreams overlook the snow-capped mountains,
Listen to the chanting and put aside your troubles.
Recall the voice and smile of King Sakhar.
Antelopes and wild donkeys play leisurely,
Clear is the snow river of life.
Ah, the golden sun shines brightly,
The prayer tube reversed the pious years.
How many dreams embrace you,
How many dreams say hello to you loudly,
Take a look at the pure land and majesty of the holy land,
Build a bridge of national pilgrimage on frozen soil.
The Himalayas are as clean as ice,
Praise the highest railway framework in China.
Ah! The golden sun shines brightly,
The rumbling train keeps pace with the times.