If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to 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,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly-
Look, I have my direction!
Flying in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Ying Ying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Melt in her gentle heart