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.
|
