Through the overlapping seasons
Snowflakes! It came flying like this elegantly
. Overflowing
On every hilltop, every treetop, every tile crack
In an instant, countless dreamy elves are flying under the sky
In the years of gathering and dispersing On the stage
Reciting lingering poems
It seems to be standing outside the door of your heart, knocking on the door
Walking on the road. The broken snow is like falling flowers
The crystal petals are nestled in your hair and shoulders
Stretch out your hand. The elves falling in the palm of my hand
spread out through the skin, seeming to have a refreshing fragrance
In pieces, in groups, overwhelming the sky
But silently, Come and go quietly
The heartiness, the pleasure, the freedom and ease
The world between heaven and earth is like a quiet and elegant paradise
The flowers blown by the spring breeze, of course, Charming
However, the 'snowflakes' in the cold and cold air
Ethereal, pure, free and peaceful
It flaunts the vitality of life and is even more fascinating.
Those cool elves dance freely
Stretching their white dance clothes and jade-colored wings
Like happy and free angels, showing a A kind of spirit
——"Because of compassion, we are cold."
The morning light spread over the city. Watching
the elves dancing in the light and shadow
It is like poetry and intoxication. There is nostalgia floating in the air
There is also the desire to fly, and the helpless sadness
Facing the wind, bathing in the snow, moving forward
Forgetting the hustle and bustle outside the fairy tale world of dust
The deepest softness of the soul is touched again
The heart is transparent.
Impetuous, return to peace