Chapter 2 "Snowflake's Happiness"

"Snowflake's Happiness"① If I were a snowflake, Flying gracefully in mid-air, I must know my direction-- Fly, fly, fly,— There is my direction on this ground. Do not go to that cold and lonely valley, Do not go to the sad foothills, Nor go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy—— Fly, fly, fly,— You see, I have my direction! Flying gracefully in mid-air, Knowing the quiet abode, Waiting for her to visit in the garden— Fly, fly, fly,— Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plum! Then I relied on my lightness, Yingying ②, sticking to her skirt, Close to her soft, wave-like breast—

Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve— Melted into her soft, wave-like heart!