Drops of rain wash away
The love songs written in
Black and White
But love, though unwritten,
Remains long after, in the heart.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Tag: Lithang
My sweetheart who truly loved me
My sweetheart who truly loved me
Has been stolen to wed another.
I am sick with longing sorrow
And frustration emaciates my frail body.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
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White crane! Lend me your wings
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