The plateau and my father
I have watched over the sky
For a thousand times.
Because I have been Longing
To see Father ' s appearence.
Suddenly I saw the face of my father in the distant sun.
I saw the full waters of the Luchu River,
From the meadows of the Yuzangthang,
From the essence of the green grassland,
In the deathly silent Wawo mountains,
From the bones of Dakgar snow mountain,
My father
appearing gently, slowly and silently
in the sun.
I have watched over the snow mountains
For a thousand times.
Because I know
I am posterity of The Snow Lion.
I saw the snowlion on the glacial quiet.
Suddenly The snow lion has hidden silently.
Then my father
appearing gently, slowly and silently
in the sun.
I saw mountain peaks in the clouds.
They seemed like his flocks and herds, running and galloping on the meadows.
The sound of hooves in the distance,
A scene of scenic life reflected in the screen of my heart.
A symphony of life spread
Throughout the path to my home.
Suddenly I saw the shadow of my father in the distant sun.
His calmness,
Similar to the eternal mountains standing silently on the high plateau,
Seemed to fill the river.
His calmness made me feel broken - hearted forever.
