The flying Hada faces the golden sun,
I walked through the corridor of clouds,
Pursuing the paradise of flowers.
I asked Blackie,
The river flows quietly;
I asked the stars,
The stars look around silently;
Arasso, arasso,
Beautiful shangri-la,
Arasso, arasso,
The hometown of Gesanghua,
Ah ... hometown.
Happy Gesanghua sings in the rosy clouds,
The glittering and translucent snow-capped mountains are covered with white costumes.
I rolled up rainbow's clothes,
The direction of chasing flowers.
I asked the bird,
The bird flapped its wings;
I asked the butterfly,
Butterflies fly far away;
Arasso, arasso,
Beautiful shangri-la,
Arasso, arasso,
The hometown of Gesanghua,
Ah ... the hometown of Gesanghua,
Hometown.