Music-snow dream
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,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing 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,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Wild flowers on the hillside
Music meditation Massenet
Wildflowers are in bloom and flowers are everywhere.
Like the lips of spring
Face the sky. A teenager is singing.
Who can hear the vague lyrics clearly?
Wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.
Like fragments of time.
Flowing from the cracks in spring, this heartbreaking beauty.
Even a little remote.
Wild flowers in the sun, wild flowers in the rain
On this high mountain
Let it die, no regrets.
Who saw this scene?
If he doesn't like roaming,
If his pain gets lighter and lighter,
Facing the wild flowers on this hillside,
Who can have no sense of shame?
The wind is blowing. Winding in the wind
The sound of sunshine. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?
What is gone will be gone forever.
I will continue to travel on the earth.
Who knows the secret of wild flowers?
When they are about to disappear.
How can my tears not come into my eyes?