if i were a snowflake,   dancing in the mid-air in elation,   i must know where i'm going--   flying,flying,flying --   somewhere on the ground is my direction.   i won't go to the cold valleys,   nor to the hills in desolation ,   nor to the empty streets for melancholy --   flying,flying,flying --   you see i have my direction!   flying in the mid-air in elegance,   i recognize that quiet residence,   waiting in the garden for her visiting --   flying,flying,flying --   ah,the plum aroma from her body is emitting!   then by my light-weight,   i land on her lappet gently,   close to her soft breast --   melting,melting,melting --   melting into the soft wave of her mind!