2002 Nian De Di Yi Chang Xue
Dao Lang
The First Snow of 2002
In the first snow of 2002,
Compared to the past, it came later.
Leaning on the second road of the eighth floor,
Taking away the last piece of falling yellow leaves.
The first snow of 2002,
Fell on the clean streets of Urumqi.
You resemble a butterfly flying back and forth,
Dancing in the season of snowflakes.
Can't forget the feeling of you in the building,
Hidden in my heart, that warm fire.
Forget the wind's coldness outside the window,
Once again, embrace tenderness and morning dew.
It's your red spring that warms everything about me,
It's your warmth that makes me passionate again.
It's your softening in the cold snow,
It's your mysterious eyes that change the season.
In the first snow of 2002,
Compared to the past, it came later.
Leaning on the second road of the eighth floor,
Taking away the last piece of falling yellow leaves.
The first snow of 2002,
Fell on the clean streets of Urumqi.
You resemble a butterfly flying back and forth,
Dancing in the season of snowflakes.
It's your red spring that warms everything about me,
It's your warmth that makes me passionate again.
It's your softening in the cold snow,
It's your mysterious eyes that change the season.
