Chinese-English translation, urgent, experienced in poetry translation.

In the cold winter, a pure white world is pure white, and the fate of crossing echoes everywhere, light and shadow, light and dark, life and death, cold and warm, and moonlight, the horror woven on the snow line. Snowflakes come from all directions, the sky is yellow and green, like a moon hanging on a dry river, and everything is shrouded in snow and fog. Like an abandoned angel, the wind stays in the lonely tree in the wilderness, as if playing a sad song, on the boundless snowfield and in the sunset.