Homeland of destiny
The winds of the mountains
There is no happiness like sitting in passion
Listening to the breath of all the grass
I'm afraid to touch my feet
My delicate flowering mountains
The smell of blue grass was nice
The rabbit's bunny, rising from the grass, was tender
In the warm mountains of Inner, like the sky of my homeland
Where else can you find pure blue?
It's different
Your territory
It's the same place where you get anointed
What is the balance?
The light of the liver
The so-called motherland
Original existence
