It's written by a Chinese female poet named Shi Mu Rong called A Tree that Blossoms. Here it goes, "How do I let you meet me, at the most beautiful moment of my life? For this, I prayed to Buddha for five hundred years, to let us encounter. Buddha then turned me into a tree that grew on the road you often passed by. As the sun shone on the tree, the flowers that imbued with wishes from my previous lives, blossomed.
When you walk near, please listen with care. The trembling leaves are the passion that I awaited. When you pass by indifferently, the petals that fall behind, my friend, those are not the petals, but my heart that shivers."
I'm not a sentimental person, and Buddha certainly would not turn people into a tree, but this is a poem that simply make me sigh... The question I cannot help to ask, is love truly intentional or purely a state of mind?
If you don't mind the results and implications given by the personality test of this website, which, I think requires a lot of qualification. That is, if you don't mind to befriend me even if we're rated high as "enemies".... Haha....