If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must 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, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-
Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.