How to let you meet meAt my most beautiful momentIs thisI beseeched the Buddha for five hundred yearsAnd it allows us to build a very good friendshipThe Buddha turned me into a treeGrowing on the roadside that you pass by every dayThe sun is full of flowers.Every bloom is my longing from a previous lifeWhen you come nearPlease listen carefullyThe trembling leaves are the passion of my waitingAnd you passed byThose that fell off and covered the groundMy friend, it's not a flower petal.Those are my withering heart
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