By Xi Murong

A Blooming Tree

By Xi Murong

如何让你遇见我

在我最美丽的时刻

为这

我已在佛前求了五百年

求它让我们结一段尘缘

佛于是把我化作一棵树

长在你必经的路旁

阳光下

慎重地开满了花

朵朵都是我前世的盼望

当你走近 请你细听

那颤抖的叶是我等待的热情

而你终于无视地走过

在你身后落了一地的

朋友啊 那不是花瓣

是我凋零的心

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.

一棵开花的树

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