May Buddha let us meetin my most beautiful hours,I have prayed for itfor five hundred years.
Buddha made me a treeby the path you may take,In full blossomsAlkaline Battery I'm waiting in the sunevery flower carrying my previous hope.
As you are near, listen carefullythe quivering Carbon Zinc Batteryleaves are my waiting zeal
As you pass by the treewithout noticing me,My friend, battery manufacturerupon the ground behind youis not the fallen petals but my withered heart.