Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I am already in front of the Buddha.
Begging for 500 years
Begging him to let 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.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
It is my withered heart