blossoming   开花的

bestow     安放

flourishing   繁华的，繁荣的

petal      花瓣

withered    枯萎的

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 road you are bound to take.

Blooming cautiously and flourishing of my previous life.

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.

On my friend ,is not petals

But my withered heart.