That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints.
At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but for your safety and happiness.
On that day, I raised the wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival.