My heart prayed in Aobao, my feelings stirred in the glass, my feelings lingered in the moonlight, my love flowed in the yurt, and my blessings flowed in Hadari. I appeal that my love songs are sung by the river, my faith is tempered on horseback, and my harvest is fragrant in the pasture. This romantic grassland is the cradle of my life, this romantic grassland is the place I will always love, this romantic grassland is the place where I live and raise myself, and this romantic grassland is the place where I will always be attached. The heart is flying by the bonfire, the feelings are flying in the song, boiling in the milk tea, and the dreams are rippling in the piano.

Today is a brilliant takeoff.

Ah, this romantic grassland, the cradle of my life, this romantic grassland.

The place I will always love.

Ah, this romantic grassland

Where I was born and raised, this romantic grassland.

Where I will always be attached.

My heart is praying on Aobao, my feelings are stirring in the glass, my love is lingering in the moonlight, and my blessing is flowing in the yurt. In Hada, I appeal that my love songs are sung by the river, my faith is tempered on horseback, and my harvest is fragrant on the pasture. This romantic grassland is the cradle of my life, this romantic grassland is the place I love forever, this romantic grassland is the place where I live and raise me, this romantic grassland is the cradle of my life, and this romantic grassland is the place I love forever.