A Blooming Tree
--written ｂｙ：Ｘｉ　Ｍｕｒｏｎｇ
　　
　　How to let you meet me
　 In my most beautiful moment
　　For this
　　I have prayed to Buddha for five hundred years
　　To be bestowed a relationship with you on the earth
　　
　　So Buddha make me a tree
　　Growing by the road you are bound to take
　　Blooming cautiously and flourishing under sunlight
　　Each blossom on expectation of my previous life
　　
　　As 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 you
is not the fallen petals but my withered heart.