how to let you meet me ,
at my most beautiful moment,
for this
i have prayed to Buddha for 5 hundred years
to be bestowed a relationship with you on the earth
so Buddha made me a tree
growing by the road you are bound to take
blossoming cautiously and floushing under the 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 walked past unseeing
what lies scattered on the ground behind you
oh my friend
is not petals
but my withered heart
