From the airport take Pakistan to the Gong Hom Xigaze, line four, Sun Min, and her sister, him and me. Brahmaputra winds along the gray car crawling all the way through the desert, loess, barren hills, along the dusty sky. Closely with his hand, leaning against his shoulder, I fall into the black beyond redemption sweet hell fall asleep.

Dealers six hours later, finally reached the Japanese city. To lay down their luggage in the hotel after they go out with him, walked down the street at the end, they beheld the distant hill stands the abandoned thousands of years have been a castle, mottled walls, Duanbi residual nets, under the projection in the sun he wanders the dark sky of sapphire blue shining bright golden light, like fairy-tale prince to rescue the besieged in the castle like a princess. There is no road, only stepping on rolling stones, climbing up a step by step, walk a few steps breathing a few minutes, after all, nearly 4,000 meters above sea level on the plateau. To reach halfway up the mountain walls of the root, the physical has been overdrawn, he sat stone, facing the vast expanses transparent sun, bathed in warm light, like a sea. Head is a heavy backlog of thousands of years of history to bear the ancient buildings, is a 1000 foot vertical and horizontal dynamic Maek Shigatse the big picture, Woliang is floating in the air between the reality and the last particles, hoping to escape but never on the side on the ground to survive.

This mountain is called cases of mountain, castle called the Little Potala Palace.

At this time was not a cloud in the sky clean.

As I do not see their own future.

Know him, yes I was destined not flee unscathed. In the wonderful piece of land, of all unlikely things have all the possibilities. Away from the mundane affairs of any clamor, away from all the norms of restraint, abandoned to the corner of the end of this world, the lonely, to the unexpected, only shook his hand, feeling his warmth, touch his body, in order to feel to the health of the fun.

He and I transverse ridge between the past, only now, but no future.

Went all the way to Tibet, struggling for the sake of a moment of quiet calm mind, who expect everything just an illusion, he appeared to hit my dreams were shattered.

Author: andyha