The day the garrison troops stationed in Tibet left for the capital,
I secretly crossed my own name off the list of those returning and wrote in the name of my husband's childhood sweetheart from the art troupe.
Then I climbed Mount Gacuo alone and begged the monks and nuns at the temple to shave my head and let me become a nun.
Everyone envied me for having a husband who loved me more than life itself.
When I was having a difficult labor, he walked twenty kilometers to find a doctor for me.
He froze one leg and was left permanently disabled.
Only I knew that he hadn't hurt his leg for my sake.
On the night I was giving birth, he abandoned me in the middle of my difficult labor and plunged alone into the vast snowstorm.
All to pick a single Gesang flower for his childhood sweetheart from the summit of Mount Gacuo.
