How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years
I begged the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship
The Buddha then turned me into a tree< /p>
Grows by the road you must pass
Under the sun
It blooms carefully with flowers
Everyone is from my previous life Hope
When you come closer
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
It is my passion for waiting
And when you finally walked by indifferently
The thing that fell on the ground behind you
My friend
Those are not petals
That is my withering heart