White clouds hanging in the blue sky
The sun is warm and the horizon is far away
There was a teenager waving a harness
Gallop in the vast grassland
His horse is like an arrow
His pastoral songs can summon cattle and sheep
His majestic manner makes me linger
He raised his smiling face and plucked my affectionate strings
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure is already on the horizon
When will he come back to me
I visited yurts and grasslands for him
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure has occupied my heart
When will he meet me in OBO
I am attached to him like sheep to the grassland
White clouds hanging in the blue sky
The sun is warm and the horizon is far away
There was a teenager waving a harness
Gallop in the vast grassland
His horse is like an arrow
His pastoral songs can summon cattle and sheep
His majestic manner makes me linger
He raised his smiling face and plucked my affectionate strings
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure is already on the horizon
When will he come back to me
I visited yurts and grasslands for him
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure has occupied my heart
When will he meet me in OBO
I am attached to him like sheep to the grassland
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure is already on the horizon
When will he come back to me
I visited yurts and grasslands for him
The young horse herder is graceful
His figure has occupied my heart
When will he meet me in OBO
I am attached to him like sheep to the grassland
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