诗二 可怜的雪只是雪花纷飞 羡慕幸运的舞者，她抬起 手臂，绕向上，下，左，右 她把无色的空气转换成光，和雪一样 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 |
