A TREE IN BLOOM How do I let you meet me, At my most beautiful moment . For this, I beseeched the Buddha for five hundred years, I beseeched him to let us meet in earthly life. Buddha let me become a tree, Growing on the roadside that you pass by every day. Under the sunlight, It carefully bloomed with flowers all over, Every bloom is my longing from a previous life. When you come near, Please listen carefully , Those shivering leaves, Are the passion of my waiting. And when you finally passed by unawares, Those that fell off and covered the ground, Friends, Those are not flower petals , Those are my withering heart.