Come to the roof of the world and stand on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau,
This is the nearest place to the sun,
The white clouds in the blue sky are like flocks of cattle and sheep,
Nestle up to heaven.
Come to Potala Palace and look at the rising sun,
Boundless reverie surged up in my heart,
Greedy pursuit, boundless desire,
With the breeze in the distance.
I came to Tibet and unloaded my luggage,
The heart is clear and bright.
The Buddha's name washes the soul,
I finally found the paradise of my heart.
Come to Potala Palace and look at the rising sun,
Boundless reverie surged up in my heart,
Greedy pursuit, boundless desire,
With the breeze in the distance.
I came to Tibet and opened my heart,
The heart is clear, peaceful and auspicious.
The Buddha's name washes the soul,
I finally found the hometown of my heart.
I came to Tibet and unloaded my luggage,
The heart is clear and bright.
The Buddha's name washes the soul,
I finally found the paradise of my heart.
I came to Tibet and opened my heart,
The heart is clear, peaceful and auspicious.
The Buddha's name washes the soul,
I finally found the hometown of my heart.
I finally found the hometown of my heart.
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