喜马拉雅山上的云和月

[Intro](Tibetan chanting, distant as the wind, fading in) [Verse 1]Above the snowline, whose past lingers?Moonlight blurs, spilling lines of tender.Clouds as rice paper, dyed with frost’s cold breath,For whom do these wind horses dance in death?This valley stretches, vast and hollow,Loneliness spins with the prayer wheel’s slow follow.I spread my palms, catching a wisp of clear light—It’s the window you left, from a past life’s night. [Chorus]The Himalayan clouds weave moonlight into a thangka divine,In the valley’s forgotten depths, who chants mantras soft and fine?I gaze at this sacred, boundless blue,Eternal silence waits for an answer true.And I… wait for your whisper—how have you been, lately? [Verse 2]I prostrate, kowtowing through this barren land,Not to worship gods, but to press close to the earth’s warm hand.Mani stones bear wishes, carved dense and deep,How many more cycles must this reincarnation keep? [Chorus]The Himalayan clouds weave moonlight into a thangka divine,In the valley’s forgotten depths, who chants mantras soft and fine?I gaze at this sacred, boundless blue,Eternal silence waits for an answer true.And I… wait for your whisper—how have you been, lately? [Bridge]This thin air breathes the name of “yesterday,”I gasp for breath, yet only suffocate in longing’s sway.So-called “holiness” is but a tangible guise,Like that moon, secretly hidden by floating skies. [Outro](Feminine ethereal hum, blending with wind and echo)The clouds… the moonlight…(A single singing bowl, its resonance lingering)Forgotten…