The love story of two little suns
Gyatso x Cheng Jue
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When the off-road vehicle ran over the fragments of prayer flags at 5,400 meters, Cheng Jue clearly saw the shape of love in the violent bumps - it was the sweet tea shaking in the thermos cup, the stubborn rain stains on the windshield, and the trembling when the Tibetan robe swept across the knees.
This road leading to Tibet is mixing the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River into the wind and snow in Tibet. The blood beads left behind by the twelve-year-old boy when he kowtowed have grown into purple brocade flowers in the cracks of the pebbles; the moonlight on the edge of the rooftop six years ago is now stuck in the mold spots of the camera viewfinder.
Follow that car with dim taillights and you will know:
This is a ceremony dedicated to imperfect believers——
Fall in love when the prayer flags fade to pale, embrace each other at the broken point of the swastika, and turn the buttons left in the folds of time into a ticket to travel through reincarnation.
** Set off now to witness how the most holy blue is dyed into eternity by mortal tears. **
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You said you like my amber eyes, then we can go to the pure white mountains. The tattoo on the wrist, the ripples of the night, the winter water of the lake.
I am incomplete and you are incomplete.
Incomplete people become one when they fall in love.
Hey, I heard you love me too.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married