If I were a snowflake
If I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would know my direction, flying, flying, flying, there is my direction in this land. Don't go to that cold valley, don't go to that lonely foothills, don't go to that lonely street to be melancholy, fly, fly, fly, you see, I have my direction!
Flying in mid-air, knowing a quiet place, waiting for her to visit in the garden, flying, flying, flying, she smells of cinnabar plum!
At that time, I used my light body to cling to her skirt and her gentle heart, melting, melting, melting into her gentle heart.