This story is fiction, set before a young man became famous. Some parts came from the author's dreams, while others were reworked from real experiences of the young man. None of it has anything to do with the people involved or those around them. It's purely a flight of imagination. Feel free to imagine yourself as the “I” in the story. I'm not a professional writer, and my prose is limited, so please be understanding if it's not to your taste.
A legendary story about a Tibetan boy and a girl. Years later, will that boy in white Tibetan robes still play a song for the girl atop Dongshan Mountain, a song as pure as a white crane?
