I am a person with no past and future. He is my only connection with this world. The desert Gobi, the Queen Mother City of the West, the giant bronze gate. He is on that side, and I am on this side. The mellow aroma of butter tea is still lingering in the air. I brush my hands over the thoughts left by who knows who, and I just ask the ancient Buddha on the lotus seat. Who is holding my shoulders and driving me into silence for the rest of my life?
Conception: