If I were a snowflake,
Dashing in the air,
I must find my way
-- Flying, flying, flying,
There are directions for me on this ground.
Instead of going to the cold valley,
Instead of going to the lonely foothills,
I don't go to the streets to be sad
-- Flying, flying, flying,
- You see, I have my direction!
Fluttering in the air,
Knowing the quiet dwelling place,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden
-- Flying, flying, flying,
- Oh, she smells of plum!
At that time, by virtue of my lightness,
It was so full, it stuck to her skirt,
Close to her soft heart
- Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
- melted into her soft wavy heart.
About the Creator
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Valentino Garavani
In the golden age of couture, when fashion was less about speed and more about soul, one name quietly rose to become synonymous with timeless elegance: Valentino Garavani. To speak of Valentino is to speak of romance, discipline, beauty, and a lifelong devotion to the art of dressing the world’s most admired women.
By S.A Charles19 minutes ago in Art
Comments (2)
Flying A thing that I think everyone want to do but not everyone can...
well written