Author: Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake
Handsome in midair
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.
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
Fly, fly, fly.
Look, I have my direction!
Juanjuan dances in the air.
Find a quiet place.
Wait for her to visit in the garden
Fly, fly, fly.
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum.
At that time, I made my body lighter.
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
Melt in her gentle heart.