Autumn came from afar, and your voice was warm,
You said that behind the house, there was white snow,
There were golden flags in the valleys, fluttering in the winds
I saw mountain eagles, flying on two lonely fish
Two fish crossed the river, salty as the sea
A piece of river fell and met people broken. >A piece of the river falls down and meets people broken
People walking, covered in mountain eagle ash ~~
Sanskrit translation:
A Tibetan girl reminisces about her past with a boy, My home climate is harsh, the winters are cold, the summers are rainy, damp and chilly, and the autumns aren't much better. But when I heard you call my little name outside, the magnetic voice turned into a wave of warmth welling up in my heart. You hugged me and said, "The scenery in my hometown is so beautiful! Behind the houses on the plateau are white snow-covered mountains, where the snow never melts. The yellow streamers of the mountain temples, whistling in the wind, recited the ancient scriptures over and over again to pray for us. We kissed, immersed in this heaven and man, all things grow in the pure land.
You are gone, leaving me alone. I think of you, as a mountain eagle lonely and lonely, circling single flight, saw the fish in pairs, swimming across the old course of Qinghai Lake, splashing a piece of bitter salty river water, like my tears, in front of the crowd fell to the ground, fell into eight petals. Bitter life, ah, in silence and difficult to walk, a mountain eagle's feathers, impartial fall on the shoulder, all things in the cycle of life and death, there is a predestined in the netherworld ~~