How to let you meet me,
At my most beautiful moment,
for this reason
I prayed to Buddha for 500 years.
Be given a relationship with you on earth.
So the Buddha made me a tree
Grow along the path you are destined to take.
Bloom carefully in the sun
Every flower is my expectation in my previous life.
As you approach,
Please listen.
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
But when you finally turn a blind eye.
What is scattered on the ground behind you?
Oh, my friend.
Not petals
But my withered heart
This is an English poem I like very much! I hope you like it. ...