Text: I listen to this boring Sanskrit chant, not to understand Buddhism, but just to look for that breath that once made you feel at ease.
I turn this heavy prayer wheel not to save you in advance, but just to feel the warmth left by your fingertips
I kowtow and embrace the dust, not to pay homage to Buddha, but just to get closer to you, to get closer to you
I traveled over mountains and ridges, even breaking military regulations, just to follow you for the rest of my life.
Not the ending
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