本帖最后由 影子 于 2012-2-13 11:46 编辑
To my dear Mr Chuanjiang: How to let you meet me At my most beautiful moment For this I have prayed to Buddha 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 Pelease listen carefully the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal
And 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. Yours Joanna |