Alan Dawa Dolma

The blue water that brims to the edge must not stay
The color of the flowers, the ringing of the white mountain as it rains sings forever

At the end of the storm, I saw the dazzling light
And as expected it beat down the lullabies

The beloved star was the first
Raise your sighing voice

Don't go, but look up; no matter how this arm struggles
It isn't enough ~ remember to protect it
I will protect everything that you gave us

There was nothing to comfort the mountains as they cried
The floral smell of peaches, of apples, and of snowflakes

Lightly traverse the grim path
But my running, it's just like dancing

Don't receive, but return instead; whirling and shaking
I've been here ~ remember to hold onto it
I will hold onto everything that these eyes can see

Don't go, but look up; no matter these arms struggle it isn't enough
Don't go, but look up; no matter these arms struggle it isn't enough
Don't receive, but return instead; whirling and shaking ooh ~ remember to hold onto it
I will protect everything that these eyes can see

The one hand that still holds on must not grieve
Your dreams and the rain-colored arrows streaking down stop as it sings forever