How to let you meet me
At this most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Caution in the sun
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart