Chuanzang Road
Remember the first time I saw her
Forget early spring or hot summer
She's biting her fingernails when she's talking
Singing back to Lhasa in the moonlight
She said love is Potala in her heart
Walking alone on the Sichuan Tibet Road
Left two lines of lonely footprints
The ideal of youth makes me carry my luggage
Where is she wandering
Even if I forget the reason for breaking up
Manigange, baoyuze
Scattered names are as beautiful as flowing rivers
The river of Linzhi, the song of Kangding
Who remembers the merits of the namani pile
I'm six thousand meters away
Sing this night song
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