The sprouts of spring are still far away in the cold winter sky.
I have an agreement with Xuehua.
Gently float over the city.
Let the neon lights fill the streets as lanterns on your ship.
Paddle through the frozen river.
Break through the maze of fog and dust.
Chasing the spring in my heart.
Written all over the sky flying murmurs.
That was my agreement with Snowflake.
The breath of spring is still far away on the islands of the southern country.
I have an agreement with Xuehua.
Gently float through the fields of your hometown.
Let that great windmill be the mast of your ship.
Stir up the ice that sways in the sky.
Cut through the cold winter of loneliness and sigh condensation.
Chase the goose yellow in my heart.
Whisper the verses on the bauhinia vine.
That was my agreement with Snowflake.
The footsteps of spring still linger in the hills of the south.
I have a pact with Snowflake.
Gently float across the river of your hometown.
Let the sleeping reeds on both sides be the canopy of your boat.
Shake the memories of the years.
Awaken the green worms buried under the roots of the wattle.
Chasing the dream of spring in my heart.
Sing about my pure love with spring.
That was my promise with Snowflake.
The sound of spring knocks on my doors and windows.
I have a pact with Snowflake.
Gently push open my window lattice.
Let my hoarse voice be your trumpet.
Pull up the heaviness of life.
The long rope of love and hate tightened around my shoulders.
Chase the temperature that I am in harmony with spring.
Embracing the crystallization of my love with spring.
That's my promise with Snowflake in Poetry