March, Spring Snow

The winter snow is silent, the spring breeze does not understand The butterfly stops on the branch, a Sanskrit tune The snow skirt is fluttering, the wind is playing the flute Looks like two people Suddenly it's one person The flute player picks off the ice crystals Dancers pick up new shoots coincidentally Leave a plum blossom and repay a peach blossom Tie a bunch of red knots and hang half a piece of jade The flute player leans against the east tree Dancer leaning against tree Just lean on sunrise to sunset The snow turned into rain, and the drops were cold The rain turns into flowers, falling and cooling They still lean on The spring snow is affectionate and the sky is sunny The flute player watches the dance, and the dancer listens to the flute Looking back Thoughts in the morning and evening create a complete jade jade Looking at each other without saying a word The flute player transforms into a Sanskrit tune Dancer turns into a snow butterfly