By Xi Murong

A Blooming Tree

By Xi Murong

如何讓你遇見(jiàn)我

在我最美麗的時(shí)刻

為這

我已在佛前求了五百年

求它讓我們結(jié)一段塵緣

佛于是把我化作一棵樹

長(zhǎng)在你必經(jīng)的路旁

陽(yáng)光下

慎重地開(kāi)滿了花

朵朵都是我前世的盼望

當(dāng)你走近 請(qǐng)你細(xì)聽(tīng)

那顫抖的葉是我等待的熱情

而你終于無(wú)視地走過(guò)

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.

一棵開(kāi)花的樹

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