The snow is deep on the ground.  

雪花飘落越积越深。

Always the light falls

柔光照在我爱人的秀发上

Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

一刻不息。

This is a good world.

这是一个美好的世界。

The war has failed.

战争失败了。

God shall not forget us.

上帝应当没有忘记我们，

Who made the snow waits where love is.

是他让大雪静候并落在“爱”发生的地方。

Only a few go mad.

只有少数人因此疯狂。

The sky moves in its whiteness

天空在它自己的惨白中飘动

Like the withered hand of an old king.  

就像一个老国王枯槁的手。

God shall not forget us.

上帝应当没有忘记我们。

Who made the sky knows of our love.

是他让天空知道我们的爱情。

The snow is beautiful on the ground.  

大地上的积雪是如此美丽。

And always the lights of heaven glow  

而天堂的柔光照耀我爱人的秀发，

Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

一刻不息。