Lhasa in 1700 A. D. Was not the romantic love scene in Tsangyang Gyatso's poems, but the Shura scene under the machinations of Disangye Gyatso. At this time, the news of fifteen years of shocking death was hidden behind the red walls of the Potala Palace. The cavalry of King Heshuote Khan was peering at the Golden Throne, and the Qing Emperor's spies were lurking in the shadows of Barkhor Street.
"In that life, I traveled over hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the afterlife, but just to meet you on the way." "The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you." Everyone in the world uses this as a love poem, but I am the only one who knows that this is the code for the connection between two desperate souls in the torrent of history.
