I Had No Title for Snow

I am untitled snow, floating in the sky and earth. No roots, no ties and no support. The world has condemned me to deny my relatives and fate, and my fate is like floating catkins. Until I experienced that deep winter: Only then did I know that the bone-piercing cold can shape my clanking bones; only the biting wind can sharpen my ruthless blade. The way of heaven forces me to cut off all ties with this world. But I want this heaven to bow its head and recognize my untitled snow. If this world is condemned by warmth, then I will be the same sinner as this world. And since I am destined to drift away, I will make that blizzard fill the sky - not only to make the world confess, but also to rewrite the ruthless and unjust laws of the world!