(Ed Sheeran): Down from his hill on high, over the winds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman's sigh, for she was his secret treasure. She was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman's kiss. For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm. For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are... 他离开高山，吹过大风，踏过石阶，走过卵石路，骑着马儿，来到姑娘面前，只因她是他的秘密珍宝啊。他会因她而羞愧，也会因她而幸福。项链和城堡都一文不值，只要是和姑娘的吻相比。因为金手总是冰冰的，姑娘的手却是暖暖的。因为金手总是冰冰的，姑娘的手却是...

说实话，真的没想到这么快就出现了