She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. " And she never sung you the song o' the winter rose" ?

她第二次笑了，洁白的牙齿一闪而过。" 难道她没给你唱过‘冬雪玫瑰’？"

Promise me, Ned, his sister had whispered from her bed of blood. She had loved the scent of winter roses.

奈德，答应我，躺卧血床的妹妹朝他低语。她生前最爱冬雪玫瑰的芳香。