The content of this poem is: How did a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sunshine beside your only road, which was my hope in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignored my friend who left behind you, it was not a petal, but my withered heart.
Love Poem
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival.
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
On that day, the Mani Pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
I've climbed over mountains and water pagodas all my life, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.