Looking up at the starry sky in Hargil (Xichuan)
There is a mystery that you can't control.
You can only be a bystander.
Let the mysterious power.
Send a signal from a distance
Let the light pass through your heart.
Like tonight, in Hargil.
In this desolate place far from the city
On the Tibetan Plateau
Next to a train station the size of a broad bean
I look up at the stars.
The couple are silent and have thin wings.
The grass grows wildly to the stars.
The horse forgot to fly.
The wind blows the empty night, blowing me.
The wind blows the future and the past.
I became a person, a room.
A hut with an oil lamp burning.
The cold roof of this hut.
Stepped into the altar by billions of feet of stars
I'm like a child taking communion.
Enlarge courage, but hold your breath.