This is a Tibetan song.
It used to be cold in winter, rainy and watery in summer.
In autumn, your voice is warm and kind from a distance.
You said there was snow behind the house.
There are golden flags floating in the strong wind in the valley.
I saw Shan Ying flying on two lonely fish.
Two fish crossed a river as salty as sea water.
A river fell and people collapsed.
People walk with the dust of Shan Ying.
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Blue, blue, my God, gray, my God, where is Dad? Is the moon at home?
Sleep, cry, wake up, grow, run.
It is red. Oh, my God, I can't see. Will it still glow, mom? Oh, my God.
Mom, is it raining? Oh, my God. Don't let him stop. Mom, my God.