Mongolian steppe, sunny weather

Pujie, Pujie

Counting all the sheep on the prairie is not worth my love for you

The days that followed were broken into pieces and fell into the dust

It can also be turned into a puddle of water

You step on the clouds and fly in, the mountains are singing back

I hold two peridots

Which one is your heart

In the cluttered wilderness, my love is full of twists and turns

Mountains of snow and pinto horses

just for a goodbye

I listened to your silhouette disappearing all night

Every grass supports you, it can grow after receiving the rain

You rule the whole steppe, including who is the mother of the lambs

The horse is calling for you, and when I look back, I see

Your clear eyes hold another sun

we will meet again

The mountains remember, the grassland remembers, and the sheep also remember

Tomorrow, you will fly back