Like a purple mist blooming in the sea.
The land in this poem
Thousands of trees are blooming.
I leafed through the courage of this stone
What is hidden inside is the appearance of the earth.
I sing a snowflake ballad
Praise, the west wind bent over for your smile.
A westerly wind swept across my forehead.
But it will make your mouth straight.
I envy you for being naive, young and carefree.
You said, I'd better be quiet and calm.
Your behavior is unrestrained and cold.
My thoughts, toil and annoyance.
The west wind laughs and the sky flattens.
You smiled and waved gently.
This is a title that I cannot surpass.
You are my ice prince
You are humming snow again.
The song penetrates the empty space of the stars.
The whole winter is like amnesia.
Drink all the snow and get it right.
This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.
You are my ice prince
I picked up the branches and tried to fold them in the wind.
Hanging by your side
You said let me live my life.
I make peace with the years for you.
You said autumn was the wind that blew in previous years.
What about winter? Has it become a belief for you and me?
I want to pretend to be on a rainy night
Just like that time I held an umbrella for you.
I know. Maybe this time
Neither the waterfowl nor you will come to me again.
"Song", you shake the hand of the west wind.
This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.
You are my ice prince
It's just that you didn't see the corner of my eye
Tears turned into snowflakes calling.
Don't look, don't look, don't make trouble.
Be a bird.
With stationery
At eleven o'clock at night
Pay off debts at twelve o'clock
blank sheet of paper
Finger jump
This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.
You are my ice prince