That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrance mist of the classics, and suddenly heard the motto you recited;
That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not to pray, but just to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to stay close to your warmth;
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way.
"Just to meet you on the way" "Just to meet you on the way", going around and meeting so many people, then who am I trying to meet on the way? I secretly yearn for that mysterious and pure place in Tibet. I close my eyes and recall those people. I no longer feel heartache and no longer miss them. I just suddenly think of them without any reason, and suddenly forget them. I slowly find that there is no trace in my heart. I remember there is a saying that is very good. I saw it on Weibo. It roughly means "you will always meet someone who makes you feel that you missed so many times before for a reason and they were all worth it." If I want to believe it, when will you show up and write a beautiful story in your imagination, just to persuade yourself to continue waiting and believe in love. I just hope that next time I stop and look back, a beautiful flower will bloom at the same time.
Believe that love is not a legend, there are real traces to follow