A　 BLOSSING　 TREE

How to let you meet me.

At my most beautiful moment?

For this ,I've played to Buddha for five hundred years.

To be bestowed a relationship with you on this earth.

So,Buddha makes me a tree,

Growing by the road you are bound to take.

Blooming cautionsly and fourishing of my previous life.

When you approach,please listen,

The trembling leaves are the passion lf my waiting.

But when at last you walk past unseeing

What lies scattered on the ground behind you.

On my friend ,is not petals

But my withered heart.

一棵开花的树

如何让你遇见我

在我最美的时刻

为此，我已在佛面前，求了五百年

求他让我们结一段缘

佛于是把我化作一棵树

长在你必经的路旁

朵朵都是我前世的盼望

当你走近，请你细听

那颤抖的叶是我等待的热情

而你终于无视地走过

在你身后落了一地的

朋友啊，那不是花瓣

是我凋零的心