Ulantuya
My Mongolian road is at your feet.
Years grow up on horseback.
Tread all over the Gobi and bathe in yellow sand.
Horseshoe is the feeling of the wind.
In the past, legends of ancient battlefields spread all over the world.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter galloping grassland grazing
The wind and sand of the years are hot and sour in my heart.
Like the wind, like the clouds.
You have gone through hardships and traveled all over the world.
My Mongolian road is at your feet.
You have four hooves, and the wind and rosy clouds float all over the world
Like smoke, like fire, like sublimation
You are a nomadic people, and your grassland is your home.
My Mongolian road is at your feet.
You waved the harness, romantic and chic.
The dream in my heart is brilliant.
Wan is the most beautiful myth.