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Longing
coming quietly from the distant village
the lovely goats are pasted on the glassine
the bulls are recumbent in the arms of mountains
the little grass hummingly grows in happiness
我渴望着，一种美丽
从遥远的村庄悄然而至
可爱的山羊贴在玻璃纸上
牯牛斜卧在群山的怀里
小草嗡嗡地幸福成长
I long for a kind of freedom
permeating the wilds from beautiful heaven
the wind-like wings fly thru the forests and earth
scattering happy thougths to every corner
我渴望着，一种自由
从静美的天国弥漫荒野
那风一般的翅膀
穿梭森林和大地
快乐的思想撒遍每个角落
I long for a kind of song
walking from the mysterious palace
that song of faith
is like the five-colored Mt. Haizi
still lying in the ancestors' memory
我渴望着，一种歌声
从神秘的殿堂走出来
那信仰的歌声
仿佛五色的海子山
依然躺在远祖的记忆里
I long for a kind of Nirvana
rising slowly from countless hearts
that peaceful world
is like our originally silent hearts
gradually blooming with holy flowers
我渴望着，一种涅槃
从无数人心中慢慢升起
那安详的世界
如同我们原本寂静的心地
渐渐地开满圣洁的花朵
