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've 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 nocicing me
My friend
Upon the ground behind you
Is not the fallen petals
But my withered heart