ལིའུ་ཚེ་རིང་བཀྲ་ཤིས་ཀྱིས་རྩོམ།
is gone, there is no way back. The road you have walked is the most precious.
I'm leaving, not going back ever since. Happiness is full of the way back.
Gannan is where I dream and sleep, where I wander; it is the preface of my poems and essays, the head of my life; how can I forget you! In countless autumn dusks of hope, our footprints thrive on the top of the mountain, on the grass, on the moonlight, smiling, hiking in the stars, singing on the white clouds; in every winter, on the dusk of snow, our figures wander around the circles, exploring in differentials, dancing in probability. How can I forget you, An Qier of God!
Maybe I choked without tears when I parted. I hope it will be a sunny day. Let the grass full of affectionate lovesickness move towards the predetermined goal in the river of time. On that sunny day, I will caress the breeze of Gannan to look into the distance on this shore, and look into the hometown that gave birth to me and raised me; on another sunny day, I will hold the white clouds from the farewell and look into the place where inspiration is given to me. When is life the most spectacular? I don't want to leave, but I can't leave. The stranger is the product of farewell.
Hiking in the candlelight tonight, looking for the white clouds when you bid farewell. Gannan, when you leave, give me a red bean from the south and ask me to plant it on the lawn of time. It is my only wish when I parted.
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