A BLOSSING TREE

How to let you meet me.

At my most beautiful moment?

For this ,I’ve prayed 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 of 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.

一顆開(kāi)花的樹(shù)

如何讓你遇見(jiàn)我

在我最美的時(shí)刻

為此，我已在佛面前，求了五百年

求他讓我們結(jié)一段緣

佛于是把我化作一棵樹(shù)

長(zhǎng)在你必經(jīng)的路旁,陽(yáng)光下

慎重地開(kāi)滿(mǎn)了花

朵朵都是我前世的盼望

當(dāng)你走近，請(qǐng)你細(xì)聽(tīng)

那顫抖的葉是我等待的熱情

而你終于無(wú)視地走過(guò)

在你身后落了一地的

朋友啊，那不是花瓣

是我凋零的心