My yellow beam, my dream
Zhang Yifan
If it weren't for the Kelsang flower path wrapped around the ring finger,
The symbol that symbolizes marriage,
If I hadn't woken up and read Buddhist scriptures thoroughly,
Those articles that I have never touched in 28 years,
If you are not able to speak Tibetan fluently,
That's a language I've never learned,
I will believe this is a dream.
Listen to the familiar chanting of the Brahma Sutra,
Turn the simple and numerous economics,
Breathe the air you once breathed,
I want to blow the wind on the grassland with you
Still standing under the tree, waiting quietly.
Although you and I are in different time and space,
You are still my straw, my dream
Three hundred years of waiting, three hundred years of calling, three hundred years of fate and fate, all for a certain moment.
At that moment, I came to your city, not for the beautiful scenery, but just to touch the mark of your arrival,