Going all the way towards the north, arrived my dreamed Hulun Buir
My Heart would like to stop here,
the tip of the grass with dew,the shadow of the clouds,
My heart, Hulun Buir
The wranglers have some hesitation, who come back from far place.
what kindness men they are! changed the long time's sunset,
let me see the future in the morning
The vast grasslands, the broad boundless grasslands,
Wondering why I can’t see myself at this time?
I was off, I was crushed, I become to be those light,
Oh, light, a superimposed layers,and the layers upon layer
The wranglers don’t need night, they leave themselves with the star sky,
the time will be scared because of them,
They are people of god, living in the beautiful Hulun Buir.
2006.9.13
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