Lhasae Nyinda Karsum by Tsering Topten Nelung

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༄།།སྒོར་ གཞས་འདིས་གཞས་ཚིག་བརྩོམས་པ་པོ་དང་ གཞས་ཚིག་གི་ནང་དོན་ཇི་བཞིན་རང་རེའི་སྤྱི་ཚོགས་ནང་ ལ་སྟོད་ཀྱི་སྒྲ་དབྱངས་སུ་ལེན་ཐུབ་ན་ལེགས་པའི་དགོངས་ཚུལ་གསུངས་མཁན་ སེར་སྨད་གཙང་པ་ཁང་ཚན་གྱི་བཀའ་རམས་དང་པོ་བློ་བཟང་བྱམས་པ་ལགས་ཁོང་རེད ཁོང་གི་ཇི་ལྟར་ཐུགས་རེ་གནང་པ་བཞིན་ དགའ་སྐྱོ་ཟུང་འབྲེལ་གྱི་ངང་ནས་ཕྲན་ནེ་ལུང་ཚེ་སྟོབས་པས་ངག་འདྲེན་ཞུས་པ་ཡིན།།

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@malorybertie8046 2 жыл бұрын

I am a han Chinese who is studying tibetan language ,I love his songs ! I am his new fans ,suddenly I found his songs on KZbin .I love your songs your dances .someday maybe I can sing and dance his song ....thanks .best wishes to you from China ,waiting for your new song !

@khangrikarpo Ай бұрын

Very nice great song

@dhondupgyatso7603 8 ай бұрын

❤❤

@tashiama3131 Жыл бұрын

👍👍👍🙏

@tenzinthackchok712 Жыл бұрын

My father used to play this dance with his Tibetan guitar.. I miss him so much.

@dekyedakpa9358 10 ай бұрын

🎉🎉🎉❤

@lhamodolma7598 Жыл бұрын

♥️👌👌👍👍💐💐✌️✌️🙏🙏💪💪😊😊

@tenzinthackchok712 Жыл бұрын

My favorite song thank you so much.

@tenzindolkar2219 Жыл бұрын

Thank you...new vedio waiting...

@malorybertie8046 Жыл бұрын

When it rains in Dharamsala . I always think about Tibet . I can see our family’s tibetan house. there are always a lot of happy laughs in it . behind the house is a snow mountain . before the house is a clear river. I left my home and came to India since many years ago . when I climbed over that snow mountain I was young ,but can I climb the same snow mountain back to Tibet at now ? can I find the same way leading me to my home ? can I still recognize my home after so many years of separation? . When it rains in Dharamsala I always heard a sound mixed in the raindrops . it seems so remote but still clear enough to listen . suddenly I understand it it’s the sound from Tibet calling me go home . ...... I stand up with a walking stick in my hand. open the door and walk into the rain. although I can’t see anything clearly through thick rain ,as long as I follow that sound I definitely can go home . I keep walking . I fell in the mud but try to stand up ,keep walking . I walk more and more slowly can't walk anymore only my soul keep moving forward with that sound . The rain stops . That sound disappears. A rainbow appears in the sky . One side of the rainbow is dharamsala The other side of the rainbow is Tibet I stand muddy under the rainbow with the walking stick, don’t know where to go . (from a han Chinese to an old dude who still lives in dharamsala )