May Buddha let us meet
in my most beautiful hours,
l have prayed for it
for five hundred yearsBuddha made me a treeby the path you may take,ln full blossoms
lm waiting in the sun
every flower carrying my previous hopeAs you are near，listen carefully
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,As you pass by the tree
without noticing me，My friend,upon the ground behind youis not the fallen petals but my withered heart
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