How can I do, let you meet me.

At my most pretty moment, for this:

I had prayed in front of Buddha for 5 hundred years.

Pray for him to let us have an affinity.




Therefore I became a tree, made from Buddha.

Growing up on the road side, you must get pass.

Under the sunshine are blossomy.

Every quantifier of the flower is the wish of my previous generation.




When you walk closer to me please listen carefully.

The shiver leaf is the passion of waiting.

When you ultimately ignore walk by.



All of fallen behind you.


Friend, it is not a lace fabric

It is the fallen of my heart.