There's a little bit of tenderness in samsara
Her footprints in the winter snow
It is a memory of winter
Sunny grass
Silent awakening
Bone-thin branches
Silently shaking the figure of the past
Naked memories
Hanging above rows of ginkgo trees
On the way to spring
Is not a trip of love
A song of hibernation in the emotion
Covered in snowflake poetry
Affectionate moonlight in the first month
Stranded in whose acacia
That lonely cloud
Sycamores swirling around the other shore
Crave a touch of spring breeze
Affectionately pluck your heartstrings
May the words linger
Be my partner and raise a glass
The lonely heart is flustered
May the fragrance of peach blossoms wake him up
The snow melted the barren sand
Longing for a touch of spring breeze