一荒原之上,在你痛成微红的手中,青铜溢出。陶罐如闪光的圣杯,有女汲水。这是干渴的日子。这是汲水的日子。而岁月流火,踩响古矿的哀鸣,少女举罐向谷中歌唱。大冶山啊,你把鼓胀胸脯隆起。二于是,鸟有图腾:骨头,铜乡之骨。铜器净水,湛蓝,蕴含在女娲眼中的弯——弯——曲——曲— Above a wasteland, in your reddish hands, the bronze overflows. Pots such as the holy grail of flash, there is a female drowning. This is a thirsty day. This is the day of drowning. As time goes by, the sound of ancient mines rustles, and the young girl lifts her can to sing in the valley. Daye Shan, you bulge your chest up. Secondly, the birds have totems: bones, bones of copper townships. Bronze water purification, blue, bend in the eyes of the son-in-law - bend - song - song -