How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for the Buddha to let us have this dusty relationship.
The Buddha then turned me into a tree.
Growing on the roadside that must pass by.
The flowers bloom carefully in the sun.
Blooming is my hope in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
A blooming tree
May Buddha let us meet.
In my best days,
I prayed for it.
For 500 years.
Buddha made me a tree.
On the road you may choose,
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you approach.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you pass that tree.
Didn't notice me,
My friend, on the ground behind you.
Not falling petals, but my withered heart.