How to let you meet me
At my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying for Buddha for 5 years
Let's have a dusty relationship
So the Buddha turned me into a tree
Growing on the roadside where you must pass
Under the sun
It was full of flowers
Carefully.
It's the passion I'm waiting for
And when you finally walk past
a friend who has fallen behind you
That's not a petal
That's my withered heart
To an oak tree
Author: Shu Ting
If I love you-
It's not like climbing the campbell flower.
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain
that brings cool comfort all the year round;
It's not just like a dangerous peak
increasing your height, setting off your dignity,
even the sunlight.
even spring rain.
no, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
roots, clinging to the ground
leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind blows,
we greet each other,
but no one
understands our words.
You have your copper branch and iron shaft
like a knife, like a sword, and
like a halberd;
I have my red flowers
like a heavy sigh,
like a heroic torch.
we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt;
We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow.
it seems that we are separated forever, but
we are dependent on each other for life.
This is the great love.
Here is the loyalty:
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body,
but also love your position and the land under your feet.