I am a sinful person myself.
I never expected to go to heaven after death.
There is a piece of white bone hidden inside the jadeite I wear around my neck.
That was the last thing the little monk left to me.
I often think that a child like him, even if his vagina is no longer clean, may still be able to go to heaven.
I don't know how to pray or repent.
When I often pass by a newly built church, I want to go in and ask God, is the little monk by your side?
Little monk, the only person I have ever loved, can you see me?