It rained lightly in the middle of the night in Shigatse tonight.
Only a string of Polaris, Seven Sisters.
I clenched my white teeth and saw my black wings.
The seven stars in the north cannot illuminate the world.
The place where the shepherdess sleeps alone on highland barley is full of mud tonight.
Tonight in Shigatse, there are stars in the middle of the night.
But the deeper the night, the darker it gets, but after all, it is not as black as my wings.
Tonight in Shigatse, I borrowed a bed to rest and heard the baby crying.
Why does this little man feel wronged? Is it because she felt happy in the dark?
May you weep in a low voice, but don't stay up all night.
I can't sleep tonight because my wings are darker than at night.
I don't cry or sing. I want to fly back to the north with my wings.
The seven stars flying back to the north are still in the north.
Just pointed out the direction on the way, just like a miss.
She covered my whole body with black wings by candlelight.