"One day the war will end, and I will take you to a place where no one can separate us, where there are many things that are not found in Europe. You will never say it, but I understand. When that time comes, we will build a house at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. There will be chest-high snow on both sides of the road. If you raise your eyes slightly, you can catch the blooming snowdrops, the footprints of foxes, and there may be snakes hibernating in the cellar. Standing on the high ridge in summer, you will see nothing at your feet. The sunset will roll forward with its border, and there will be no end. The prayer flags are floating on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the white clouds are extremely low. I will take you to see the colorful mines, the Milky Way of Ngari, and the sandalwood enshrined in the Jokhang Temple. They all look down at the worshipers in a high and silent posture. The primitiveness is never conquered, and there is primitive freedom and freedom without restraint. No one can separate us!
He narrated slowly, sitting from sunset to sunrise.