That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to stay close to your warmth.
In that life, I traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but just to keep you safe and happy!
That time, I gave up the heavy burden on my shoulders, not to rest, but to bring happiness to you.
At that moment, I shed sweat and bitter tears, not for eternity, but just to keep this beautiful moment.
That time, I looked back, not to see the prosperity of the world, but to look for your innocent smile.
At that moment, I printed your image, not to capture your soul, but so that I could still remember your sweating face in the next life.
At that second, I pressed the shutter without hesitation, not to beautify and depict you, but just to stay in my memory and meet you again.
(Selected from Wulin Gaiden)