A Blooming Tree
How to present myself to you at my best hour?
I have prayed Buddha for five hundred years
To create such an occasion.
Buddha has transformed me into a tree
Planted by the roadside where you pass by.
Bred in sunshine,I am in full bloom,
Each flower expressing the hope of my other life.
When you pass by,will you listen
To the shivering leaves telling you my passion?
At last,when you pass by me mercilessly,
Behind you the ground is overstrewn with my fallen petals.
Alas!My friend,they are not withered flowers
But my broken heart.