The Last Epiphyllum

This is winter without snow, I travel alone with your photos in my arms. You said you like Tibet, Because there is a blessed place there. There is a sacred and solemn turning mountain, There is also the baptism originating from Potala. Today, I brought you here. You see, The Potala Palace is so magnificent. Listen, The gods are blessing you. Do you feel it? I think you can feel it, Because my tears have burst. Remember, The afterglow of the sunset that day, Spreading our last shadow. We hold hands, A fiery red halo on the horizon. Darkness eventually comes, You walked quietly. Like an epiphyllum after blooming, It only lasted for one short season. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.