The Joy of Snowflakes
Xu Zhimo

Were I a snowflake,
A graceful dancer in the air,
I'd know just where to fly—
Fly on, and on, and on—
I'd know just where to fly.

I'd never head for some cold empty valley
Or some desolate hill-side,
Or some deserted street,
Where sadness might overwhelm me—
Fly on, and on, and on—
Oh, I'd know just where to fly.

A dainty dancer in the air
I'd know where peace was—
Fly on, and on, and on—
Peace with her delicate
Plum blossom perfume.

I'd be so light
I'd stick to her coat, graceful, easy,
I'd hold tight to her bosom
Rising and falling like ripples.
I'd melt, and melt, and melt away,
Dissolving into the soft motion of her breast.