Just Decide

This book was written by me to a Japanese woman who settled in Tibet. During the trip to Tibet after the college entrance examination, we met over some boring things and had a great conversation unexpectedly. We talked for a whole afternoon by the blue Namtso Lake. In this aimless chat, she vomited out her whole life. I listened very carefully, just like listening to the snow or fallen leaves falling to the ground. She was a very beautiful woman, even though she was past middle age. We agreed to be friends. But I will never see you again. Thinking of this, I stammered and asked her: "Can I write your story into a book?" This is the only thing I can do. "Book?" She frowned, maybe she was surprised, but she seemed to think about it seriously, "Okay. Drag Jie Qie. (Thank you)"