May Buddha let us meet in my most beautiful hours, I have prayed for it for five hundred years. Buddha made me a tree by the path you may take, In full blossoms I’m waiting in the sun every flower carrying my previous hope. 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.
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A Blooming Tree
May Buddha let us meet
in my most beautiful hours,
I have prayed for it
for five hundred years.
Buddha made me a tree
by the path you may take,
In full blossoms I’m waiting in the sun
every flower carrying my previous hope.
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.
如何让你遇见我
在我最美丽的时刻
为这
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛让我们结一段尘缘
佛于是把我化做一棵树
长在你必经的路旁
阳光下
慎重地开满了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望
当你走近
请你细听
那颤抖的叶
是我等待的热情
而当你终于无视地走过
在你身后落了一地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
是我凋零的心
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