The long-awaited earth and sky
Long-awaited plum blossoms and branches
When the earth loses the joy of harvest.
When geese fly south in the sky.
When plum blossoms are cold and fragrant alone.
When the last yellow leaf falls from the branch.
Snow said, I'm coming, I've come to visit the land of the twelfth month.
I'm coming, my steps are light.
My figure stays in every corner of the world.
I froze the dreary air.
I'm here, with snowflakes.
Snow said, I'm coming, my place is very cold.
It's all white there
I used to fly and play in the wind.
However, I am lonely.
I came here to find my lost happiness.