余音未尽，笑声穿透冬季的小院，回响在空旷的原之上。

the one who runs barefoot,

we will not lower our voice…”

“I am my mother&039;s savage daughter,

这是木若最开心的一次旅程，自由的躯在祖国西大地上奔跑，灵魂在沿途的风光人情中寻找自我。

哼唱直白而抒情，曲调悠扬，有人在跟着打节拍。

the one who run barefoot,

cursing sharp stones,

“we are all brought forth out of darkness

“we are our mother&039;s savage daughters,

I will not lower my voice,”

I will not cut my hair,

月光下，有卓玛起舞，谁的裙边飘。

we will not cut our hair,

with a song and a broom,”

女不应该被丢掉野，她们也可以肆意张狂，她们也可以无自由。

“I am my mother&039;s savage daughter,

cursing sharp stones,

歌声一半桀骜，一半温柔。

“in the dang of fire,

“my mother&039;s daughter is a savage,

she sings heathen songs

不会的模仿着调调轻哼，还有的也起起了舞，鼓声不停。

洛雨她们的歌打开了气氛，后面歌载舞，酒香鼓声，酥油茶糍粑烤牦就大蒜，笑声一直持续到后半夜。

会唱的跟着唱了起来，男声低沉。

目光相撞，他在微笑，眉温柔。

“and deep in our bohe old songs are waking

“and watches the stars and rehe pls ,

洛雨醉了，她想舞。

一簇烈焰，淡了谈话的人们，一面鼓，两个忘了旁人自顾唱的姑娘。

她暂时脱离了自己的生活，以一个路人的份，看那些她不曾拥有过的人生，受他们的喜怒哀乐，问自己路在何方。

in the curve of old bones,”

女之，从不困于某一词。

火在燃烧，噼里啪啦地响，又一鼓声加了来。

into this world through blood and through pain,”

and dreams she reach them

we are our mother&039;s savage daughters,

so sing them with voices of thunder and rain，”

I will not lower my voice,”

藏家儿女，情奔放。

这场天盛宴，人们放肆歌开怀大笑。

那就吧，放下鼓，她拉上了木若。

I am my mother&039;s savage daughter,

she looks for her omens in the colors of stones,

I will not cut my hair,

“my mother&039;s child dances in the darkness ,

木若看到了坐在那里喝酒的邬川，火光照亮了他棱角分明的侧脸，他在和旁边的帕拉大叔说着什么，又抬看过来。

by the light of the moon ,”

在这个夜晚，这个所有人的命运都还没有起航的夜晚。

in the faces of cats in the falling of feathers,”