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.