How could I make thee with me come across。
The moment I would be of greatest beauty。
I have prayed to God for five centuries。
Praying for a common romance with me。
Then He change me into a tree’s form。
Growing up along with the road you must take。
In the sunshine, cautiously I become blossom。
Each flower is my divine hope I make。
When thee come close and concentratedly。
Listen to me and feel the trembling leaves。
With which I have been waiting heatedly。
Without knowing me, only footprint leaves。
Ay, behind thee fallen leaves scattered。
Beloved, that’s no petal but heart withered。