A blooming tree  – Xi Murong

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.

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