That night,
I listened to Sanskrit singing for a whole night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
That month,
I have turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints.
That year,
I bow my head and embrace the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life,
I have traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the afterlife, but just to meet you on the road.
At that moment,
I ascended to immortality not for immortality, but for your safety and happiness.
Conception: