You are a seed of enthusiasm.
I've never had a mental state.
I traveled all over the world to find it.
Flowing with the wind, with the nature.
Midnight when the moon is hooked.
In the fresh mountains of Yuan Ye.
On the pilgrimage.
Beside the pearl-like plateau lake.
Meteor, quietly falling.
Become the dew of your germination.
As long as there is a little barren soil.
You won't be afraid of cold and hypoxia.
Brave and tenacious, indomitable.
Face it with a smile.
Wind and rain, snow and ice pressure.
Sunny morning.
You open your sleepy eyes.
Look at the vicissitudes and kindness of Tibetan ABBA.
Waving the prayer wheel piously.
Read proverbs in Buddhist scriptures.
One kowtow at a time.
Crawl on the ground with a calm face.
Measure the pilgrimage with your body.
Behind him is a simple girl.
A face full of plateau red.
Like an angel without dust, she blooms.
Laugh like a willow in March.
Summer night of fireflies.
Stars twinkling all over the sky.
It's your crystal tears.
A meteor that occasionally falls.
Quietly shattered.
Your deep yearning for Mother Earth.
So you use indifference as a mask.
Isolated from the love and comfort of others.
Charming eyes.
The weather is wet and cold.
Actually, this is a person.
A confused illusion.
Your heart is warm as spring.
Love is surging.
Like a gurgling snow mountain.
Love is boundless, pure and transparent.
Moisturize quietly.
An ancient and desolate plateau.
Let the vast and gloomy earth.
Full of life, full of green.
At night, spread your wings.
Cover it gently.
All the confusion and anxiety.
Who is it, quietly put sadness.
Engraved on the faint clouds.
Gone with the wind, flying everywhere
Lhasa, the sunshine city of Tibet.
The closest place to heaven.
Have the brightest sunshine in the world.
The clearest and purest belief.
A prayer flag fluttering in the wind.
Gesang flowers blooming in the wind.
Let people learn to forget.
Forgetting, worldly troubles and hesitation.