Someone once said: you, a wanderer, have a sickness—it needs treatment.

A place closest to heaven. Whether in love, friendship or life, giving is not a destination but a new choice, a new starting point. Round and round it goes—knots that pen can never finish, wishes that the heart can never fill.

When all the waiting has become the past, wanting to pick a place to rest, come to my place—not a sea-view room, just close to the sea. I’ll tell you many wonderful stories. So, is your story still going on?

Tibet . /Tibet