A flowering tree
Xi Murong
how to make you meet me
in my most beautiful moment
for this
I am already in front of Buddha
Begging for five hundred years
Ask him to let us have a mortal relationship
Buddha then turned me into a tree
Grows beside the road you must pass
Flowers bloom carefully under the sun
Duoduo is my hope in my previous life
when you get closer
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting
And when you finally walked by without a care
It fell to the ground behind you
Friend
That's not a petal
It's my withered heart
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