The road to the sky is connected with the lake of memory.
The glittering palace protects the pious steps.
Lotus flowers are in full bloom in front of Buddha.
Feeling the light of kindness and praying for thoughts, Ivy slowly climbed the window of dreams.
The drizzle in Lhasa rings at midnight, and the bell of the heart rings in the morning bell.
Calling for the shortest way, the midnight drizzle in Lhasa is wet.
The meditation room of the heart looks at the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, and the figure is thinking about your face at night.
The moonlight is like water, the rain is continuous, and the Sanskrit, which smokes, soothes the melancholy of parting.
Fragments of clothes scattered with wings, dripping with silent injuries, pray for a third life.
Love grows quietly in a carefree paradise, and the drizzle in Lhasa rings at midnight.
The bell of the heart rings in the morning, calling for the nearest way.
The drizzle in Lhasa at midnight moistens the meditation room of my heart and looks at the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.
That figure is thinking about your face at night, the moonlight is like water, and the sky is raining.
Sanskrit singing curled up the smoke from the kitchen to soothe the sadness of parting, a piece of clothes with scattered wings.
Leaving the silent wound behind, I prayed for life three times, and my love would grow quietly in a carefree paradise.
The drizzle in Lhasa rings at midnight, and the bell of the heart rings in the morning bell.
Calling for the shortest way, the midnight drizzle in Lhasa is wet.
The meditation room of the heart looks at the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, and the figure is thinking about your face at night.
The drizzle in Lhasa rings at midnight, and the bell of the heart rings in the morning bell.
Calling for the shortest way, the midnight drizzle in Lhasa is wet.
The meditation room of the heart looks at the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, and the figure is thinking about your face at night.
Night when I miss your face, night when I miss your face.
Song information: Night Rain in Lhasa is a song written by Glacier Flying Fox and sung by Sule Yaqigege. The platform for playing songs is QQ music.
Personal information of the original singer of "Rain at Night in Lhasa":
Su Leya, born on August 9th in Bailingmiao Town, Damaoqi, Baotou City, Inner Mongolia, is a Chinese Mongolian female singer and actress. He is now a soloist in Wulanchabu County, Wulanchabu City, Inner Mongolia, a literary volunteer in China, a member of China Musicians Association, a member of Inner Mongolia Musicians Association, and a vice chairman of Inner Mongolia Network Writers Association. She graduated from the Central College of Cultural Management Cadres.
Representative works: Song is Flying, Lassa Rains at Night, Love Slave, The Most Dazzling Journey to Paradise, Dream Back to the Grassland, Love Swamp, True Love Letting Go, Youth by the Stream and many other original songs; Beauty, our parents, a match made in heaven, love loss and other film and television dramas.
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