I will never forget the lyrics of sweet milk tea cooked by my mother when I was a child.

Lao Jia you Zuo Mongolia Bao

Go home! Go home!

There is a white yurt in my heart.

Wherever I go, the grassland is in my heart.

Wherever I go, the grassland makes me yearn for it.

I left my hometown for tomorrow's dream.

Although I have traveled all over the world, I still feel wandering.

Mom's milk tea is always hot in my heart.

The Mongolian robe sewn by my mother will always be worn on me.

When I returned to my hometown, my mother put her arm around my shoulder.

The geese on the horizon woke up in a row and knew it was a dream.

Go home! Go home!

Lao Jia you Zuo Mongolia Bao

Go home! Go home!

There is a white yurt in my heart.

"Milk Tea Boiled by Mom" sung by Jiri Huleng.