-Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart