The happiness of snowflakes
If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air,
I would definitely know my direction - flying, Flying, flying,
There is my direction on this ground. Don't go to the cold and lonely valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, nor go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy---
Flying, flying, flying,---you see , I have my direction!
Flying in the mid-air, I recognized the quiet residence,
Waiting for her to come to visit in the garden - flying, flying, flying,
< p>---Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums! At that time, relying on my lightness,I clung to the skirt of her clothes, close to her soft and gentle heart -
Xiaorong, Xiaorong, Xiaorong-- - Melted into her gentle waves.
Saya Nala - a gift to a Japanese girl
The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing her head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze,
Say "treasure", say "treasure",
There is sweet sorrow in that sound of "treasure" - Sayang Nala!