亿万斯年过去了 　　晶莹的梦，仍在山脚寒凉 　　高岸的山岩涂满绿色 　　你依然是一册冷寂的诗页 　　 　　纯白，生产不了黄金 　　冷凛，生产不了狂热 　　冰的世界，自有 　　静穆的声音照耀花草树木 　　如生命的光芒穿透时空 　　低洄，或者浅唱 　　永远如我 　　 　　 Thousands of years passed the crystal dream, still in the foot of the cold rocky high mountain rocks covered with green You are still a cold poetry page pure white, can not produce the golden cold Rin, can not produce fanatic ice world, its own quiet The sound of flowers and trees shine like life’s rays penetrate time and space low migration, or shallow singing always like me