If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
She returned to the place where she had lived for more than ten years, tidied her house, whispered the poem she had recorded on the bookmark when she was young, and then smiled. Put it in your jacket pocket with great care, leave your last attention, and then go to the distance without hesitation.
"I'm Lin Xi. I'm in southern Tibet now. I came alone. Friends? They are all gone."
We have gone through many days, months, and years through wind and rain. It once drifted lonely like a dead leaf into the distance, never seeing the deep sea or passing through the harbor. Every place I have experienced is filled with sadness that cannot stay.
It goes around and over again. If you miss the heat, it will be hard to cool down. When you see the flowers on your fingers, they will feel cold.
"I'm Lin Xi, I'm in southern Tibet now. I'm waiting for him."
This is the closest place to heaven, she thought, just like when she was young. When she lay on the plateau and breathed the thin air, there was someone who could carefully hold her into his heart and accompany her to the small city in his heart, and be alone together.
"I'm Lin Xi. I'm in southern Tibet now. I'm still waiting for him."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, with a hint of saltiness, dreaming that the person was as promised:
Life is a time to come back, death is a longing for love.