Whenever the moon appears in the sky.
The grassland has become very quiet.
The wind blew through the green waves, the earth was fragrant, and my thoughts and I fell asleep. Whenever the moonlight shines in the yurt, only the clouds quietly appreciate grandma's cradle, and the old things of childhood are slowly told. Grandma's eyes lit up my heart of missing the moon on the grassland, and the place where grandma prayed was heaven. Whenever the moon shines in the yurt, the place where there is home is heaven. Clouds quietly appreciate grandma's cradle and slowly tell the old story of my childhood. Grandma's eyes lit up the grassland, and the place where I miss grandma's prayer is heaven. Grandma's eyes lit up the grassland, and the place where I miss grandma's prayer is heaven.