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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
我渴望著，一種美麗
從遙遠的村莊悄然而至
可愛的山羊貼在玻璃紙上
牯牛斜臥在群山的懷里
小草嗡嗡地幸福成長
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
我渴望著，一種自由
從靜美的天國彌漫荒野
那風一般的翅膀
穿梭森林和大地
快樂的思想撒遍每個角落
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
我渴望著，一種歌聲
從神秘的殿堂走出來
那信仰的歌聲
仿佛五色的海子山
依然躺在遠祖的記憶里
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
我渴望著，一種涅槃
從無數人心中慢慢升起
那安詳的世界
如同我們原本寂靜的心地
漸漸地開滿圣潔的花朵
