If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her visit in the garden-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
"Winter is coming" Author: Na Sheng
Winter is coming, winter is coming.
The children are playing happily.
Winter is coming-
Is it really coming?
It's really coming
Look!
Those belts are tied under the eaves.
Crystal fine root
Is the best proof.