A Tibetan poem I love you Luo Longfei

I can't go if I love this.

Why are you waiting to see the grave,

Luoludao Miao pepper and root.

The dragon curled up in the wind, fearing the gods,

Ge Feiyun should arrive in spring.

I went to the west on a dry day,

Many lovers, but few.

You sail along the You Jiang in a canoe,

Luo Qi is proud and green.

Dragon wing dance is a pan-auspicious style.

The flying bowl is littered with lights.

I smell like a thorn,

Ai junshan is delighted.

You were born like a piece of jade,

The gold thread of Luo Yi is black and gray.

Long Deguang doesn't violate it every day.

The days when birds hold flowers will never return.

When I was in Zhaoyang,

Love is idle and does not strive for fame.

You sail along the You Jiang in a canoe,

Luo Qi is proud and green.

Dragon wing dance is a pan-auspicious style.

Fly for nine days and sing for nine days.

I'm not a thief, walking at night,

Love horses and ride into the imperial city.

You laugh with me,

Luo walked out of Longcheng through a winding hole.

The dragon went to Tianmen,

The flying mosquitoes waited silently like thunder.

When I was in Zhaoyang,

Chu Shi likes drinking and playing chess.

You laugh with me,

Luo walked out of Longcheng through a winding hole.

The faucet fluctuates and moans,

Flying will see you off and avoid the horse.