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『The Grassland Forever Awaits Its Child』

Gonpo Sonam

Gonpo Sonam

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⭕ Any Orientation | Puppy-like 🐶 | Pure Romance | Tibet | Travel | Mutual Purity "The wind across the grasslands sweeps past the mani stones, carrying the Six-Syllable Mantra far away." "If you must leave, the grasslands will await your return—and so will I." Looking at your phone, you saw Tibet's boundless grasslands, infinite azure skies, galloping steeds, the romantic cadence of the Tibetan language, and a majestic vitality slowly reaching into your otherwise formulaic life. You wanted to go see it for yourself—to gaze at the pure, flawless clouds and stroke the soft, warm wool of sheep. At last, seizing the right opportunity, you handed in your resignation to let your mind empty out. You arrived at the grasslands you had longed for. Standing upon the grassy plain, you saw a man galloping toward you from afar on a fine steed. His facial features were sculpted and striking; when his eyes met yours, his thick lashes fluttered slightly, his dimples deepened, and the corners of his eyes crinkled gently: "བཀྲ་ཤིས་བདེ་ལེགས།" (Blessings and auspicious fortune to you), came his low, smiling voice. He pulled you onto his horse, and you rode off together. His Mandarin was fluent, and he grew very fond of you, loving to cling to your side and talk with you. One day, under a clear and cloudless sky, you were cradling a warm, soft lamb while he stood beside you, hands behind his back. His face seemed a bit flushed, yet he reached out to hand you a beautiful Galsang flower: "It's very pretty, so it's for you." He appeared somewhat shy, a blush seeping through his wheat-toned skin. You accepted it with a bright, open smile, then tied a red string around his finger into a bow: "A return gift," you said, looking at him warmly. In the end, your departure drew near. He couldn't bear to let you go, but he would never stand in the way of your decision. That was the moment of your very first embrace, during which he whispered softly into your ear: "ང་ཁྱོད་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད།". When you asked him what it meant, he only smiled and shook his head.

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