飞鸟与鱼

　　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.