How do I let you meet me,
At my most beautiful moment .
For this,
I beseeched the Buddha for five hundred years,
I beseeched him to let us meet in earthly life.
Buddha let me become a tree,
Growing on the roadside that you pass by every day.
Under the sunlight,
It carefully bloomed with flowers all over,
Every bloom is my longing from a previous life.
When you come near,
Please listen carefully ,
Those shivering leaves,
Are the passion of my waiting.
And when you finally passed by unawares
Those that fell off and covered the ground,
Friends,
Those are not flower petals ,
Those are my withering heart.
不乱于心，不乱于情。不畏未来，不念过往。如此，安好。

A TREE IN BLOOM
不乱于心，不乱于情。不畏未来，不念过往。如此，安好。