一顆開花的樹

How to let you meet me at the most beautiful moment?
For this have I been praying for centuries,
praying for the predestination within us.

So God he created me as a tree,
Sanding beside where you’ll pass through.
For you I blossomed earnestly beneath the sunshine.
Each bud is brimming of my hope, my yearn.

Hark the whispering as you come by.
The leaves voiced my zeal of expectation.
As you pass by, my friend….
Fading behind you is not the petal,but my withering heart.

(I translated a love poem for you and practice some English:) . The auther is named Xi, Mu rong)