How to let you meet me

     At my most beautiful moment?

     For this

     I'v prayed to Buddha for five hundred years

     To be bestowed a relationship with you on this earth

     

     So Buddha makes me a tree

     Growing by the road you are bound to take

     Blooming cautiously and flourishing under sunlight

     Each blossom  an expectation of my previous life


     When you approach,please listen

     The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting

     But when at last you walk past unseeing

     What lies scattered on the ground behind you

     Oh my friend,is not petals

     But my withered heart