Life in the snowstorm,
As tumultuous as it seems
Let's jubilate as earth and sky
Roll over our heads,
Autumn has turned blue in its juice.
Life in the snow dome
When it rests in the reflected light,
Faces upside down,
Walking in the air and snow falling up,
Perhaps into the next year and
Then falling no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
air and snow falling up, thanks.