I have pray for about five hundred years for my this most beautiful moment. I pray for having this wonderfull fate. The god then change me into a tree, placed at the way you will passed by. Below the sunshine, my flowers blossoming,thats all my past lives' dream. When you come near me, please listen carefully, the trembling of the leaves, is my waiting of passion.Finally, you approached.Behing you, that is drop of...MY FRIEND ! That's not petal, that's my withered heart.
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