Tsangyang Gyatso is a long-lasting complex in my heart.
His poems and stories have long been familiar to us; the remote and desolate Tibet has also been cast with a poetic and romantic color because of his existence.
One day, I came to Tibet and walked at the foot of the Potala Palace and on the streets of Barkhor Street. All that came to my mind and echoed in my ears were his beautiful poems. One after another, accompanied by waves of distant singing, they kept hitting my heart.
"The Lover"
Living in the Potala Palace,
I am the biggest king in the snowy land.
Wandering on the streets of Lhasa,
I am the most beautiful lover in the world.
"Maji Ami"
On the high eastern mountaintop,
A bright moon rises,
Maggie Ami's face,
came to my mind.
"Worldly Affairs"
For many years
You have been living in my wounds
I have let go of the world
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But I have never let go of you
Thousands of mountains and rivers in my life
Let you say goodbye one by one
Worldly affairs
Except life and death
Nothing is trivial