to see how the mountains still born springs ;
When you kiss in secret deer
to feel the grass still moan .
In your fist I lived for a while
you to feel worn breast
Like a blackbird that was hunted
and lies wounded among chrysanthemums .
I live in your hair for a while
they listen as the wind whistled through the groves ;
You shook your thoughts temples ,
I whispered to recite little poems .
I live under your steps for a while ,
can you play me a road recreation
And heavy clouds , sick – as smoke,
to collect them diligently snowed balls .
And when my voice will call you
to all the trees , dressed in princess clothes .
I , Snowflake back home again
I linger in the palm of your hand … for a while.