Song title: Dream Plateau Lyrics: Zhao Biao Composer: Guo Yongli Singer: Ulan Toya Arranger: Guo Zai
The place closest to the sun is buried with the dream figure in the heart watching over it The hot land of my holy hometown, the majestic snow-capped mountains, the white clouds are floating, the river flows day and night under the blue sky, the ancient people open their warm arms, the kind grandmother brings sweet butter tea, the snow lotus of the mountains is open, the perseverance and beauty of the Thousand-year-old Populus euphratica. The ancient people who are as tall as life open their enthusiastic arms. The kind grandmother brings sweet butter tea. The Gesang of the plateau dances with beautiful figures. The surging river waters water Shambhala. The place closest to the sun releases the dreams in the heart. The gods guide the direction all the way. Looking into the distance, I crossed the Tanggula Mountains and saw Everest. I crossed the Yarlung Zangbo River and returned to my dream home. The ancient people opened their warm arms. The kind grandmother brought sweet butter tea. The snow lotus in the mountains was blooming. The beautiful and resolute thousand-year-old Populus euphratica was as tall and ancient as life. The nation opens its enthusiastic arms, and the kind grandmother brings sweet butter tea. The Gesang from the plateau dances with beautiful figures. The surging river waters water Shambhala. The ancient nation opens its warm arms, and the kind grandmother brings sweet butter tea. The Gesang from the plateau. Dancing with beautiful figures, the surging river waters water Shambhala. The ancient people open their warm arms. The kind grandmother brings sweet butter tea. Gesang from the plateau dances with beautiful figures. The surging river waters water Shambhala