The road to the sky is connected with the lake of memory. The glittering palace protects the pious steps. In front of the Buddha with lotus flowers in full bloom, I felt the light of kindness. Pray for the missed ivy, and slowly climb the window of dreams. The midnight drizzle in Lhasa rang the bell of the soul. Walking under the call of the morning bell and the evening drum, walking on the nearest road to you. The drizzle in Lhasa at midnight moistened the meditation room of the soul. Looking at the ancient Buddha figure with blue lanterns, thinking about the night of your face. The moonlight is like a watery night, and the sky is raining.
The Sanskrit, which smokes from the kitchen, soothes the sadness of parting. Fragments of clothes with scattered wings are dripping with silent injuries. Pray that the love of three lives will grow quietly in a carefree paradise. The midnight drizzle in Lhasa rang the bell of the soul. Walking under the call of the morning bell and the evening drum, walking on the nearest road to you. The drizzle in Lhasa at midnight moistened the meditation room of the soul. Looking at the ancient Buddha figure with blue lanterns, thinking about the night of your face. The moonlight is like a watery night, and the sky is raining. The Sanskrit, which smokes from the kitchen, soothes the sadness of parting.
Fragments of clothes with scattered wings are dripping with silent injuries. Pray that the love of three lives will grow quietly in a carefree paradise. The midnight drizzle in Lhasa rang the bell of the soul. Walking under the call of the morning bell and the evening drum, walking on the nearest road to you. The drizzle in Lhasa at midnight moistened the meditation room of the soul. Looking at the ancient Buddha figure with blue lanterns, thinking about the night of your face.
The midnight drizzle in Lhasa rang the bell of the soul. Walking under the call of the morning bell and the evening drum, walking on the nearest road to you. The drizzle in Lhasa at midnight moistened the meditation room of the soul. Looking at the ancient Buddha figure with blue lanterns, thinking about the night of your face. Night when I miss your face, night when I miss your face.
Characters experience, the singer of Lassa Night Rain:
On June 7th, 2008 -20081October 7th, the 3rd China Internet Music Festival-National Network Singer Finals was held in Taizhou, Zhejiang. Inner Mongolia singer Su Le Ya Qi Ge won the first place as an online singer with 6 1349 votes. At the awards party, Su Le Yaqige expressed his inner joy with music, and a song "Charming Grassland" was full of passion. What makes Suriya more happy is that the performing arts company signed a contract with her on the spot, which created a good development platform for her.