Ode to the White Snow
Angel The little one Who wears the White T-shirt Comes to see Me. Slowly and Slowly She always Always comes with Her own way The beautiful dancing you Ever Ever Have seen in the Universe Until the roof, the branches, and the grounds Gently hold the little angle. ************************************ Lift my hands, I try to catch her Every time I touch her She leaves me a little drop of water And disappear Open my eyes widely So I can look her closely But she just stays on my eyelash Try to close my eager eyes Open my mouth and Put out my tongue She fast gets into my heart Leave me a cold breath to miss ************************** I lie down and stamp myself On her soft body There is no way she can escape She gently holds me Closely, closely I can hear her mutter The world is quiet to listen: Please my angle Tell me the stories you bring From Thousands miles away And thousands year When I walk on I heard her happy singing
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