The Gobi story,
Can only be read by the wind of liberty.
My world of rolling pebbles and flying sand,
Is a combination of joy and sorrow.
Tonight,
It’s freezing,
Just like the thousands of years of winter nights.
Moonlight illuminates the desert,
Spreading my silver dream.
If I flew to the future,
Here, Gobi desert, my homeland,
Can I hear the songs of streams wake up?
Can I hear the magnificent melody of the chirping birds?
Can brown be no longer lonely?
In the dark shadows of the poplar,
Can the tears in the desert meet their end?
I can only stare,
In the distance,
Is it a heavenly beautiful paradise of dreams?
But who knows what awaits me at the misty shore of tomorrow…
