That night, I listened to the hymns till dawn, not for serenity, but to seek a sliver of your soul; That month, I flipped through each journal and every scripture, not for enlightenment, but to touch the pages where your fingers once lingered; That year, I knelt on the grounds, my head embracing the dusts, not to pay obeisance to the G.o.ds, but to feel the warmth you left behind; That life, I wandered through ten thousand great mountains, not in search for an afterlife, but to cross paths with you – Gao Fei, do you believe that I existed in this night, this day, this year, this lifetime, only to hold your hand and accompany you in this journey of life?