2002 Nian De Di Yi Chang Xue
2002nian de di yi chang xue ,
bi yi wang shi hou lai de geng wan yixie .
ting kao zai ba lou de er lu qi che ,
dai zou le zui hou yi pian piao luo de huang ye .
2002nian de diyi chang xue ,
shi liu zai wu lu mu qi nan she de qing jie .
ni xiang yi zhi fei lai fei qu de hu die ,
zai bai xue piao fei de ji jie li yao ye .
wang bu liao ba ni lou zai huai li de gan jue ,
bi cang zai xin zhong na fen huo re geng nuan yixie .
wang ji le chuang wai bei feng de lin lie ,
zai yici ba wen rou he chan mian chong die .
shi ni de hong chun nian zhu wo de yi qie ,
shi ni de ti tie rang wo zaici re lie .
shi ni de wan zhong rou qing rong hua bing xue ,
shi ni de tian yan mi yu gai bian ji jie .
2002nian de diyi chang xue ,
bi yi wang shi hou lai de geng wan yi xie .
ting kao zai ba lou de er lu qi che ,
dai zou le zui hou yi pian piao luo de huang ye .
2002nian de di yi chang xue ,
shi liu zai wu lu mu qi nan she de qing jie .
ni xiang yi zhi fei lai fei qu de hu die ,
zai bai xue piao fei de ji jie li yao ye .
shi ni de hong chun nian zhu wo de yi qie ,
shi ni de ti tie rang wo zaici relie .
shi ni de wan zhong rou qing rong hua bing xue ,
shi ni de tian yan mi yu gai bian ji jie .
The First Snow of 2002
In the first snow of 2002,
Compared to the past, it came later.
Leaning on the second road of the eighth floor,
Taking away the last piece of falling yellow leaves.
The first snow of 2002,
Fell on the clean streets of Urumqi.
You resemble a butterfly flying back and forth,
Dancing in the season of snowflakes.
Can't forget the feeling of you in the building,
Hidden in my heart, that warm fire.
Forget the wind's coldness outside the window,
Once again, embrace tenderness and morning dew.
It's your red spring that warms everything about me,
It's your warmth that makes me passionate again.
It's your softening in the cold snow,
It's your mysterious eyes that change the season.
In the first snow of 2002,
Compared to the past, it came later.
Leaning on the second road of the eighth floor,
Taking away the last piece of falling yellow leaves.
The first snow of 2002,
Fell on the clean streets of Urumqi.
You resemble a butterfly flying back and forth,
Dancing in the season of snowflakes.
It's your red spring that warms everything about me,
It's your warmth that makes me passionate again.
It's your softening in the cold snow,
It's your mysterious eyes that change the season.