A TREE IN BLOOM
How do I let you meet me,
At my most beautiful moment .
For this,
I beseeched the Buddha for five hundred years,
I beseeched him to let us meet in earthly life.

Buddha let me become a tree,
Growing on the roadside that you pass by every day.
Under the sunlight,
It carefully bloomed with flowers all over,
Every bloom is my longing from a previous life.

When you come near,
Please listen carefully ,
Those shivering leaves,
Are the passion of my waiting.

And when you finally passed by unawares
Those that fell off and covered the ground,
Friends,
Those are not flower petals ,
Those are my withering heart.