The Mark of Rain with Poetry Recitation?0?2 by Xi Murong (A Flowering Tree In My Most Beautiful Moment I have prayed for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us have a mortal relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree that grows on the roadside that you must pass. It blooms carefully in the sun and is full of flowers. They are all my hopes in previous lives. When you come closer, please listen carefully. Those trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting. When you finally walk past your friend who has fallen on the ground behind you, those are not flower petals, they are my withered heart. Farewell, not all dreams have time to come true, not all words have time to tell you, guilt and hatred will always be deeply rooted after parting. In my heart, although they say that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing, I didn’t mean to miss it, but I have always done it. I missed the flower-filled yesterday and missed the present. I still have to repeat the same parting for the rest of my life. I will be a stranger for thousands of miles. I bow my head deeply to you in the dusk. Please cherish it for me. Even though they say that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing)