Gangshika Snow Peak

If mountains could speak, would their first words to you be 'I have waited for you for a long time'? And would my first words upon seeing you be 'Long time no see'? The blue icefalls crush the eyes, the last tenderness between the mountains under the blowing of the north wind. The first glimpse, like a last glance, brings so many emotions surging to my heart, abrupt yet powerless. One side is black, the other white. The sun says I have given my favor to the southern girl. A pretentious flower rushes to the mountain top, blooming in the most passionate way on the glacier, with light and ceaseless motion. Collecting a liter of tears from the broken-hearted, a liter of endless sorrow from those who have lost their only child, burying them at the mountain top with a smile. You all are blessed people. I am at the Gangshika Snow Peak, at an altitude of three thousand meters, praying for you. It will take effect tomorrow, lasting for thirty thousand days, don't be greedy. Just run, move forward, be unrestrained, and chase all fantasies and shatterings. I have piled up a Mani stone heap for you in front of the deity of the snow peak, with solemnity, redemption, and full of joy. You all are blessed people, including me.