Whose sweet home is it
Himalayas
Water in the lake is smooth as a mirror
reflecting all our emotions
The sun rises and sets
how great the distance it travels
The moon turns full and wanes
seeing through the four seasons
There is a lama being converted
There is a girl coming home
The girl has a man in her heart
all bitterness becomes sweetness
There is no flowers in the lama's eyes
everything is visionary
Look at the flowers while riding on horseback
Pick up flowers gently with a smile on the face
everyone has his own part in the world
The one who has love is the most beautiful person
The one who goes beyond love is higher than this plateau
The clouds float in the sky
however high they are, there is a limit
A solemn pledge of love
goes further than Siberia
Smile -
whose flower will you pick
Ride a horse -
whose edge of the world you will look at