He is a lone eagle on top of the world, and I am a stupid bird floating in the sea of books.
The first time we met, he took the wrong luggage from me, which contained a suicide note from my best friend.
"Follow me," he pointed to the snow-covered Changbai Mountain, "I'll show you what the real road is."
I was taken away from the regular life by him, and saw the heartbeat of the Yellow River, the silence of the desert, and the brightest star on the snow-capped mountains.
He said: "Shen Rushu, you are brighter than all the stars in the sky."
We fell in love, and in his plan to climb the world, I was added to his plan.
Until bad news came from Shishapangma Peak.
The last words he left to the world were the suicide notes written on the back of my photo:
"Rushu, I'm sorry. I owe you an ordinary life. I will pay you back in the next life."
I held tightly the ring he left that was modified with a carabiner, stood in front of the snow mountain totem he had dreamed of conquering, and spoke calmly:
"No. You just forgot that some birds cannot be caged."
"Now, it's my turn to fly and show it to him."
Intention: love, growth