Tune: Prelude of Nightingale Singing
By William He
Time and Sea Spirit stand still,
When seagulls descend the fore.
Rocking and rolling,
The trouncing winds,
Lash with ruinous rave.
Crossing the Drake,
With the fury of a thousand black horses,
I aviate a clear troposphere when vast waters close.
On the faraway and capricious passage,
Survival run with Bear Grylls in the black waves.
Mystical crystal sculpture.
Watching dripping icicles,
Incredible stack cliffs,
An extraordinarily merciless allure.
Where water joins the sky,
Along with Flash of Genius,
At the brink of precipice,
A realm of such brutal beauty is rare.
Melodies of pink and blue,
Ice carving jade terrace,
Splash on sunset's orange-tinted hues.
By the biting wind,
And the bitterly cold,
Salamanders were subsisting.
Porpoising Adelie Penguins,
On black and white landscape,
Against the snow and sleet,
Gather in a circle,
With erect posturing.
Grampus leaps amazingly,
As single hydrofoil craft,
With a flap of its tail,
Rapidly in midstream,
Breakers are spilling.
Amidst the giant icebergs,
Seals chase games of hide-and-seek,
On semi-frozen reefs without sleeping.
Canoeing in the wildness,
The ferry landing deserted,
Silence becomes full of sound very.
Ribbons of wonder and movement,
Frozen music of sapphire-yearning heights,
The paradise bays and promontories,
The twinkling stars and silvery river,
Vast canopy they all have the witchery.
Through the Elves' Land,
And the Ross Ice Shelf,
Scott lost on his epic voyage of discovery,
Sparkling flags of the Antarctica,
Wave for all the creatures in history.
People all scrambling to seek newer fame,
On sentimental pilgrimages to Amundsen,
Beyond the gain or loss boundary.