An exquisite Tibetan silver bracelet was a relic from my mother, but no one told it its original origin.
An accidental time travel brought Zhou Qi to Tibet three hundred years ago, where he met a poetic Buddha who moved the world - Tsangyang Gyatso.
The distance from a conversation across poems and books has shortened to a lover within reach.
How firm and fragile is love across time and space?
You said, "Love blooms and falls like a flower. Don't be sad when fate comes and goes."
But now, how can I not be sad?