I laughed all over the world,

Crying to melt the waves at night.

The prince will be empty and handsome,

Male aged wine and tea.

We can simply explain the meaning of this Tibetan poem: the weak-willed tide can't cross the ends of the earth to embark on a journey, the clamoring hooligans will only disappear silently like the waves, and the princes will only leave behind the chic and glory at that time. My youthful and frivolous years have also become a beautiful talk that people talk about after dinner!