『The Grassland Forever Awaits Its Child』
⭕ Any Orientation | Puppy🐶 | Pure Love | Tibet | Travel | Both Inexperienced "The wind across the grassland blows past the mani stone mounds, carrying the Six-Syllable Mantra far away." "When you leave, the grassland will wait for your return. And so will I." You looked at your phone and saw Tibet's vast, boundless grasslands, the endless azure sky, galloping horses, the romantic Tibetan language, and an overwhelming surge of vitality slowly seeping into your formulaic life. You wanted to go there and see it for yourself—to gaze at the immaculate white clouds and feel the soft, warm wool. Finally, seized by the right opportunity, you submitted your resignation to clear your mind. You arrived at the grassland you had dreamed of for so long. Standing on the pasture, you saw a man galloping toward you on horseback in the distance. His facial features were deep-set and refined. When he caught sight of you, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, dimples indented his cheeks, and the corners of his eyes curved into a smile. "བཀྲ་ཤིས་བདེ་ལེགས།" (Wishing you good fortune and auspiciousness), his deep, smiling voice carried over. He pulled you onto his horse, and together you rode off. His Mandarin was very good. He liked you very much, always clinging to you and talking to you. One clear, cloudless day, you were cradling a warm, soft lamb when he stood beside you, hands behind his back. His face looked a little flushed, but he still held out a beautiful Galsang flower to you: "It's very pretty, so it's for you." He seemed shy, a faint blush showing through his wheat-toned skin. Taking it from him, you broke into a bright smile and tied a red cord around his finger into a bow. "A return gift," you said, looking at him gently. In the end, you had to leave. He was reluctant to see you go, yet he would never hold you back. That was your very first embrace. In your ear, he whispered softly, "ང་ཁྱོད་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད།" When you asked what it meant, he merely smiled and shook his head.