早春的阳光很温暖 一朵小花迫不及待的在清晨开放 皑皑白雪上的一点嫩黄 说不出的娇艳 只是她懵懂不知,亦 无人喝彩 到了夜晚,在星空之下 她渐渐变成冰塑 清脆一声,断了 风吹来,试图用雪把她掩埋 却将她越吹越远,越吹越远 直到一个,她做梦也想不到的地方 The First flower can't wait to open up In a warm morning of the early spring How beautiful it was The tiny yellow penetrated the wide snow Of that she didn't know And nobody was around to see The night fell and stars came She was slowly turned into ice With a tickling sound, fell and broke The wind tried to bury her with snow But instead carried her farther and farther Until to a place where she could never dream of When she was alive