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a blossoming tree
how to let you meet me
at my most beautiful moment?
for this
i've prayed to buddha for five hundred years
to be bestowed a relationship with you on this earth
< >so,buddha makes me a tree
growing by the roas you are bound to take
blooming cautiously and flourishing under sunlight
each blossom an expectation of my previous life </P>
< >when you approach, please listen
the trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting
but when at last you walk past unseeing
what lies scattered on the ground behind you
oh my friend, is not petals
but my withered heart</P> |
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