The beautifully oozing snow on the ground,
Seeking to fly with the above cloud,
Over lapped by the blue sky,
Everyone can feel the snow's crying sound;
Take me with you
That I can not fly though,
At the midnight you dropped me down
In the whistling sound -
As you were over drunk
Was in black color.
White carpeting the ground,
How long the green tree could hold me,
How long the green grass fold me,
One day they would be able to peep out
To give a smile to the angry sun,
Shall I be able to stay in the color on my own ?
I would be floating on the street,
The people would crush under the feet,
You can realize -
You will loose your own color,
You will loose your own color.
