How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this
I have prayed before the Buddha for five hundred years.
Ask the Buddha to let us form a mortal relationship.
Buddha then turned me into a tree
Grows beside the road you must pass by
Under the sun
Carefully bloomed with flowers
Duoduo is my hope in my previous life.
When you get closer
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
It's my passion for waiting
And when you finally passed by without a care
It fell to the ground behind you
Friend
Those are not petals
It's my withered heart
-A Blooming Tree
May Buddha let us meet
in my most beautiful hours,
I have prayed for it
for five hundred years.
Buddha made me a tree
by the path you may take,
In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun
every flower carrying my previous hope.
As you are near, listen carefully
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,
As you pass by the tree
without noticing me,
My friend, upon the ground behind you
is not the fallen petals but my withered heart.