Apocalypse me! This is the apocalypse.
This mysterious Lhasa
It is the sky that pushes mountains, vastness and white flags in front of me.
Let me hold my breath
Cry loudly! This vicissitudes of life face
The purity that can't be calmed by putting your hands together
And sacred.
Ah, give up, this world!
There are my sleepless eyes above the snow line.
There is my mysterious Potala Palace.
In Lhasa, I was physically and mentally broken.
Blue covers me and white buries me. sunlight
Sunshine. Compassionate sunshine
In the silence of Lhasa
I fell to the ground.
The tent where I live
The accounting office where I live,
In the tall and wide Qiangtang,
She is the hinterland of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
The sacred north of Tanggut,
So big, so desolate.
The accounting office where I live,
On the pasture where wild yaks live,
In June, the snow waves rolled for 8 thousand miles.
Clouds hold up mountains,
Oh, yo-ho-it's too big.
The accounting office where I live,
Surrounded by the powerful protector King Kong,
The goddess of salt lake flies in the air,
The prayer wheel is supported in the sky,
The prayer flags are tied to the sun.
The accounting office where I live,
This is a pile of things made of cow hair and horns.
Auspicious bodhisattva is enshrined in the middle,
The heating card on the stove sleeps on the mat,
There is a skylight overhead.
The accounting office where I live,
Summer in the mountains, winter by the lake,
Like a boat crossing the ocean,
Walking, stopping, falling and rising,
Dad always paddles.
The accounting office where I live,
There is a dog lying at the door, cow dung wall.
Women butter, men tend sheep,
Air-dried meat makes me strong, and milk makes me fantasize.
The accounting office where I live,
Is the highest accounting firm in the world,
There are so many girls who love me,
But I don't know why I want to wander,
One day I said goodbye to my hometown.
Hadasong
In my hometown,
There are lamas everywhere,
They dedicated their whole lives to Hada.
Needless to say, you are a fairy ribbon,
Good luck flying out of the world;
Needless to say, you are the sacred snow of Mount Everest.
Clothes falling into dreams.
Lhasa, Lhasa, you are the Hada of the world.
Needless to say, you are the fresh milk of a ewe.
It is the Yarlung Zangbo River floating in the sky;
Needless to say, you are the lover's lovesickness,
This is silent singing.
-Robe, you are Hada of heaven.
Needless to say, you are a summer breeze,
Send the coolness of the ice tower goddess;
Needless to say, you are the warmth of winter.
Gorkon on the frozen soil.
Crops, crops, you are Hada of the Fruit Festival.
Needless to say, you are the integrity you earned.
Hang the fragrance of the moon around your neck;
Needless to say, you are the melting of sunshine,
Soft as a blessing.
-Steed, Steed, you're Hada of Mercedes.
I have a white hada,
I want to dedicate it to Shambhala in the distance;
I have a colorful hada.
I want to dedicate it to my Tibetan mother;
I have a golden hada,
I want to dedicate it to Qiangba in Wuliangshan.
-Jamba, Jamba, you are Hada of the revolution.
In my hometown,
Living with my parents,
They dedicated their whole lives to Hada.