An blossoming tree
---translated by Angela Ball and J.Q Zheng
How to let you meet me
At my most beautiful momemt?
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 cautiously and flourishing under sunlight
Each blossom an expectation 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
Oh ,my friend, is not petals
But my withered heart |
