The sky of Tibet is an endless sea
The white clouds were scattered islands, the empty blue
Heart-wrenching and intoxicating, poplar leaves in the branches
For the last costume show of the year, I packed the sky into my heart
It was the whole autumn, the autumn that made people happy and sad
The sky of Tibet is a stage of freedom
White Cloud was like a naughty child, playing with Transformers
It is accustomed to self-intoxication, with or without an audience
There are still all kinds of shapes, and the story is playing out
Looking up, it was just a joke or a prank
The sky of Tibet is a piece of transparent glass
There's always a feeling of unreality that you'll never touch
But it's always been there, in your eyes
In your heart, lingering
The sky of Tibet is your sky, nothing but that
Ask yourself
How long has it been since you've seen a sky like this?
How long has it been since you breathed such free air?
2018 We take you to Tibet (click to travel to Tibet together)