Actually, I've always had a wish.
Your heart will always be like a snowy field.
Purity, calmness, even if there is nothing.
Walk through the snow and head out to sea.
The sea is the last destination.
I used to think it was just a chance encounter.
Like clouds in the sky, dazzling.
And some of them were fluttering, like waves shaking.
At the same time, it flows and pours smoothly.
Nature is the most individual, persistent.
Shape with things, follow the law but know it very well.
Flexible, even like snow.
It's set in stone, you can pile it up.
folded, but it couldn't stop it from abling.
Become another substance, more energetic.
It doesn't really drain, it exists.
and eternity, becoming bigger and more expansive.
Snow is a state, a realm.
An incomparable beauty, divine.
Pure, nothing contaminates it.
Snow is a kind of pure land.
Almost no one surpasses it, only to reach it.
At that height, you are qualified to have a dialogue with it.
Snow is one of the most touching beings.
It is the accumulation of three lives and three lifetimes, and it is high.
Descending, graceful and charming.
It is the hottest and warmest when it is the coldest.
Like a heart, it is held for you in heaven and earth.
The heat is coming towards you, like snowflakes in the sky.
The fog is thick, and your arms are as excited as the sea.
You count silently until you are old.
Every year, the snow comes suddenly, and it stops in moderation.
The snow is silent, like a silent play**.
I've always had a wish that I don't want you to know.
Whether I can do it or not, I have to do it.
Occasionally modify, quietly make up, hesitate.
The more you want perfection, the more you want to be fast.
Snow doesn't always come to the most beautiful places.
Often the choice falls on the bad side.
Do everything you can to keep your body clean and peaceful.
Even if you are covered in smoke and dust, you are clean.
The eyes are white, and the heart is even more flawless.
Snow is my perfect sea when you come.
The snow waves on the sea are the poems that greet you.
At this moment, snow has another meaning at the same time.
A reinvention force rolls in.
Keep fulfilling yourself in the midst of sacrifice.
From condensation to ablation, turning decay into magic.
Poetry