
Standing under a white tower
Facing the gateless gate
In a sky of rain
Nobody else to see
Nobody else to see
A Life away from Lives.
Standing under a white tower
Facing the gateless gate
In a sky of rain
Nobody else to see
Nobody else to see
Who are you? Do I know you?
You look familiar. Your name sounds too familiar.
But I cannot remember, I should have remembered it.
Sorry for my old age. I’m too old now, my mind is faltering.
Things should have a hallmark, but in the end faded away.
Do you know me?
Yes. But you’re no longer you since our last meet.
Did we meet, so so long ago?
I know I’ve never met you, but seeing you, I feel so familiar.
It’s like we knew each other in another past.
Do you believe you have a past?
I should not have one, but seeing you, I feel I should have a past and I knew you.
If you have a past, do you want to know it?
If I have a past, who I should be?
Someone you loved, someone you hated, someone you would not forget.
Someone I loved, who would that person be?
If you want to know, I can tell you.
If you don’t want to know, why should I tell you?
If I tell you, it would haunt you.
If there’s a past life and a next life, it’s Heaven’s repentance.
If Heaven repent, past life, next life are nothing, just living this life.
How about you?
I don’t have a past or the next, I only have this life.
So, in this life, you must have a lot of things to finish?
Indeed, only in this life I have things to finish, not able to let them undone.
If you fail?
I will do it.
What if you would have done them all?
Follow yourself. In this world, there’re not many who can follow themselves, not afraid, not feared.
I should go. See you again some day.
The man takes a cactus plant, cuts a piece out
Drops it on the sand, waters it casually
The piece grows into another cactus plant
Sunny days depart and rainy days come year after year
How is he not seeing her hair growing white
Sitting next to a body of water
Seeing the line dividing worlds
Some creatures crossing the line
Heaven or hell, life or death awaits
Some others, either world is good
Some others, their roots bound in one world
Their crowns thrive in another
Who can freely cross the line of dividing in their mind?