Snowflakes chasing after winter,
Appearing under the milky white moonlight.
I do not have the warmth,
To melt the frost in my heart.
Listen, to the melody of the spring breeze,
Fluttering across the spinning wheel.
I do not have the courage,
To behold the sceneries miles away.
Paper dancing like fallen leaves,
Writing their yearning promises.
I gave up my endurance,
Driving towards the harbour mast.
Look, thunderstorm laughing in gaiety,
Causing fragrant flames to splatter.
I gave up my belief,
Mourning for the forgotten yesterday.
The flowers have blossomed,
One of them is mine.