A blooming tree (touching POEM)

A blooming tree: XI Murong Hu yongfang

How to meet you
In my most beautiful moments
I have been begging for five hundred years
Buddha asked us to settle this dust

Buddha turned me into a tree.
Long on the road you need
Blooming Flowers in the sun with caution
Blossoming is the hope of my past life

When you are approaching, please listen carefully
The trembling Ye is my waiting enthusiasm
And when you finally pass by without looking at it
Behind you.
Friend, that's not a petal.
Is my dying heart

A blooming tree

Hu yongfang (translator)

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.