因为巨人正在沉睡，但永不死亡。

（Beneath the snow-crowned peak，

A giant lies in endless sleep.

His sword a cliff， his shield the frost——

The world he conquered， loved，and lost.

Tread lightly on the mountain’s bone，

For the giant dreams of war.

His heartbeat shakes the buried stone，

Yet his mouth speaks nevermore.

So drain your mead by the fire.

If the ground groans in the cold tonight——

Don't ask what stirs beneath.

For giants sleep， but never die.）