There are places of the dream in the North 
Date pass quietly
In the North
The North when then sleep in the grieved horse hoarsely
Your name, the grassland
Float on water
Print it on the sand
On the long river of the setting sun
Listen to the nightingale singing suddenly all night for you

Have stepped on the wasteland of two sides of the Yellow River things
Whose soul float superciliously like black clouds
While the dream of the moon has not been tired yet
While people are still unable to refuse the heredity of the gene
The grassland, please let me look up at with the shape of waving in the wind

Light light Buddha of wind is from the right grassland breath that melts
Low and gentle sound
In the cloud
In the fog
From the mysterious and vast horizon
From soul
From the lakeside
Leave my innate home

Please don't blame me not to find your direction
Even the first rays of the morning sun shine high
Or the night comes
Yours is elegant
Yours is slender
Will let me view and admire in the dream leisurely
The grassland, I will abide by it by you forever

Become that clear and profound and quiet herdsman
Though I have already had no horse to raise
Have no sheep to put
I will use the figure running
Face away from the sky, listen attentively to the sound that the moon walks
Let soul hover in the sky
Singing the sad song
From spring to summer, use nostalgic color
Wait for your calling
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