詩二 可憐的雪只是雪花紛飛 羨慕幸運的舞者，她抬起 手臂，繞向上，下，左，右 她把無色的空氣轉換成光，和雪一樣 Pity the poor snow that only drifts Envy the lucky dancer when she lifts An arm that circles up，down，left and right Like snow， she turns the colorless air to light |
