Deep in the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, there is an unnamed cave - Jia Grotto.
This nameless cave does not house Buddhas or books. It only pays attention to one thing: one cycle of seven days, one soul and one sacrifice.
Carrying two expired tickets and his things, I walked through the sky full of yellow sand, just to take another look at him in this tiny cave.
It is our agreement to come and see the Mogao Grottoes.
He is a sacrifice to the cave god, and I am destined to be his writer.
At sunset on the seventh day, cinnabar was written, and he became the spirit of the mural, immortal;
And I, trapped in endless reincarnation, reunited over and over again, sealing my beloved into the cold stone wall with my own hands over and over again.
"Keep drawing, keep me alive."
I used cinnabar as ink and the stone wall as paper to paint his eyebrows, his
The tenderness, stroke by stroke, is engraved into eternity.
The reincarnation restarts and the wind and sand rise.
Today is the first day to meet him again.
Intention: reincarnation