I love the flying snowflakes

Winter in the cold forest and stream

I like the flying snowflakes

Because of its flower-like beauty

It is busy flying

Like tiny feathers

Like petals blowing down

Like the gnats at dusk in summer

Like a bee in the spring when honey flows

And like a white butterfly fluttering to the ground

It seems to be wrapped in the air

It's light, it's light.

Up or down, fast or slow

Silently, it clings to the body

Sticking to the eyebrows

It sticks to the eyelashes

And lightly embraces the gap

As if it has its own will and purpose

Snowflakes fall on the branches

Like a blooming pear blossom

The beauty and splendor

The purity and brilliance of the wilderness

Under the sunlight

Sometimes slightly red, sometimes orange and yellow

Shining and changing to be more enchanting