A flowering tree (Xi Murong) How can you meet me? In my most beautiful moment, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years to let us have a mortal relationship. The Buddha then took me Turn into a tree and grow beside the road you must pass. It blooms carefully under the sun and is full of flowers. Each one is my hope in the previous life. When you come closer, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves. The passion of my waiting, but when you finally ignore it, I passed by the friend who fell on the ground behind you. Those are not flower petals, they are my withered heart