I said that you are the first day of the first month on earth. The warm wind melts the cold snow, which is warm and floats freely in the soft white of winter. You are the goose feather in the early day of the first month, the clear shadow blows the snow, the plum blossoms bloom unintentionally, and the thin snow melts into the petals.

That's light, that's white, you're beautiful, white feathers fall on your shoulders, you're happy, innocent, you're the warm sunshine, the snow is flawless, you're fresh. Delicious at the beginning of flowering, you are like, tenacious.

Snowflakes reflect the innocence in your dream expectation. You are the warm sun, light and flying in the air day by day. You are warm, soft and flawless, and it is the first month on earth.