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I walk on the snow-covered land,
The untamed place has no words,
Just like unwritten pages spreading out on every side.
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow,
It isnt the words on the pages,
Its the language of the land.
我走在白雪覆蓋的大地上,
這荒野之境沒(méi)有詞語(yǔ),
好似空白的書(shū)頁(yè)鋪向四面八方。
我循著雪地上小鹿們的足跡,
那不是寫(xiě)在白紙上的詞語(yǔ),
那是大地的語(yǔ)言。