Lyrics of people in Central Asia by Zhang Hongliang

There is nothing in the Central Asian steppe, and vagrants can't ask too much

It's a luxury to get some feelings, just enough food and clothing to survive

Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Everything I care about has been lost

Youth has no trace of escape, I still stay in place to do

After the desert, I shouldn't miss home any more. My new home is just a small tent

Sometimes the wind of grassland will blow in, but the rain in the tent will not drop on me

Everything on the grassland is very rough, there is no way to live too carefully

I can only hear some wind in the dark, but it's not good to think too much anyway

In the past, the road was tortuous, the grassland was vast and easy to walk

You don't have to worry if you run faster

After the desert, I shouldn't miss home any more. My new home is just a small tent

Sometimes the wind of grassland will blow in, but the rain in the tent will not drop on me

There is nothing in the Central Asian steppe, and vagrants can't ask too much

It's a luxury to get some feelings, just enough food and clothing to survive

Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Everything I care about has been lost

Youth has no trace of escape, I still stay in place to do

It's not about innocence. Don't come here. You have everything except these

There are still many things lost in the past. What we haven't lost are love letters (and memories) from the past