Rain Dirties the White Skirt
David Du
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she wants to expose her splendid skill that
Has been to buried whole winter,
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she wants to make up the withered grasses,
And put on a crown of sliver.
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she waves the sliver ribbon and draw a beautiful picture
On the floor, fill in flower.
Suddenly another player shows up in the sky,
He throws a damp over, then
The white skirt is damaged, teared, even twisted… cry...
Finally it falls off
Only the dirty shrivels in the new player-rain,
Gradually, gradually.
David Du
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she wants to expose her splendid skill that
Has been to buried whole winter,
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she wants to make up the withered grasses,
And put on a crown of sliver.
Snow, wearing the white skirt dancing,
As if she waves the sliver ribbon and draw a beautiful picture
On the floor, fill in flower.
Suddenly another player shows up in the sky,
He throws a damp over, then
The white skirt is damaged, teared, even twisted… cry...
Finally it falls off
Only the dirty shrivels in the new player-rain,
Gradually, gradually.