How to meet you
When I'm the most beautiful?
For this,
I have implored God for hundreds of years.
I entreat him to bestow affections upon us.
So God turns me into a tree
Growing near the road you must follow.
In sunshine,all the flowers come out cautiously.
Every blossom is my expectancy from previous existence.
When you walk close,listen carefully.
The trembling leaves are my ardour of waiting.
But when you finally walk past ignoring me,
What fall down and cover the ground behind you,
Dear friend, are not petals
But my withered heart.