something i can call it a dream or it can be true

How do I make you come across me at the most beautful time of mine.In order to manage it,I have prayed for five hundred years.Hope we will tie a section of fatality of this world.So LARD change me into a tree stand beside the way you have to pass.I'm covered with countless wonderful flowers in the sunshine,sincerely.Each of the flowers is my previous generation hope.When you approach,please listen,the tremulous leaves is an enthusiasm which I waited for.But when you finally pass away without a glance,what flow off the tree behind you,my friend,that is not the petals,but my broken heart.