Poetry of flowering trees

if

The four seasons can be arranged extremely desolate.

If the sun is willing

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love is voluntary

I will never show up again

if you like

Besides missing you.

Dear friend

I have nothing.

however

if you like

I will wither my thoughts at once.

Break and fall

if you like

I'll

Dig out every seed.

Cut off every river.

Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.

this present life

I don't miss you anymore.

Except for ...

Except in some places.

A night wet with tears

if

if you like

A flowering tree let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals