the memory of my love 的英文短篇

the memory of my love
How maky you meet me,at the best time of my beauty.For this,I prayyed in front of buddha,for half of century.So buddha turned me into a blooming tree.Standing beside your passing alley.Gentally,stubly blooming the tree,the whole flowering limbs are my earest pray.You stepped closely,closely but you passed by without a slightest glimpse.Oh,my love,the falling flowers were not de flowers,but my breaking heart shattered from piece to piece.