一棵開花的樹
如何讓你遇見我
在我最美麗的`時刻
為這
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛讓我們結一段塵緣
佛於是把我化做一棵樹
長在你必經的路旁
陽光下
慎重地開滿了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望
當你走近
請你細聽
那顫抖的葉
是我等待的熱情
而當你終於無視地走過
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.
