一棵开花的树
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
佛於是把我化做一棵树
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
而当你终於无视地走过
在你身後落了一地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
那是我凋零的心
A Flowering Tree
How could you cast first look at me
at my most beautiful?
To make that happen
I had been begging for hundreds of years
so that Buddha could write us a romance.
Turning me into a tree
He grew me where you will be,
laden with flowers
solemn in the sunshine
and borne out of a longing from previous life.
Listen attentively
when you are moving close,
those leaves trembling
were my fervent waiting.
You walked past me in the end
unheeding of what was left behind.
My friends,
those were not petals in heaps
but my heart's withered pieces.
