高昂你的头颅举一个亘古的号子。峰啊!很小的时候你就是我酸涩的瞳仁里一面凝静的旗帜。一抹山风,伫步于我的额际,清点我零乱的誓言。可是终也无法步入你那凝峻的凸啊! ——峰,当你遍体的山石组成一章玄秘的古典时,你该用夜 Exalted your head with an ancient chant. Feng ah! When you were very young, you were a calming banner in my sour pupil. A mountain breeze stepped in my forehead and took stock of my messy oath. But in the end it is impossible to step into your conspicuous convex!--Peak, when you make up a mystical classical rock, you should use the night.