"The Joy of Snowflakes"
Soundtrack - Snow Dream
If I were a snowflake,
Flying in the air It's so cool,
I must know my direction clearly——
Flying, flying, flying,——
There is my direction on this ground.
Don’t go to the cold and lonely valley,
Don’t go to the desolate foothills,
Don’t go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy——
< p>Flying, flying, flying,——Look, I have my direction!
Flying in the mid-air,
I recognized the quiet residence,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden——
< p>Flying, flying, flying, -Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
I touched her clothes tightly,
close to her soft heart—— < /p>
Xiaorong, Xiaorong, Xiaorong——
Melt into her soft heart!
"Wild Flowers on the Hillside"
Soundtrack - Meditation by Massenet
Wild flowers are blooming, and the flowers all over the mountains and plains
Like Lips of spring
facing the sky. A boy sings a song
Who can hear the vague lyrics?
The wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color
It is like fragments of time
Flowing out from the cracks of spring, this is heartbreaking The beauty
It’s even so beautiful that it’s a little remote
Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain
Growing by themselves on this high mountain
Destruction, no regrets
Who has seen this scene
If he has no comfort in wandering
If he becomes lighter and lighter in pain< /p>
Facing the wild flowers on this hillside,
Who can not be ashamed?
The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with
the sound of sunshine. Who is not whipped with the whip of all creation?
What is gone will be gone forever
And I still have to continue traveling on the earth
Who knows the secret of wild flowers
When They will disappear soon
How can I not burst into tears?
"Paper Boat" Bing Xin
Soundtrack - Wonderbird s.e.n.s.
I never abandon a piece of paper,
Always keep them - keep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea from the boats.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged.
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason,
This is your beloved daughter With tears in her eyes, there are thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home.