The red fire sprayed across the sky.

红的火光喷洒天际。

I knew it was… Crimson Guard, Praetorian Guard.

我知道那是… … 红卫队，禁卫军。

Its face was white, its mouth was red, and drops of blood fell from it.

它的白， 巴红，还有滴滴鲜血从里流下来。

The young man handed him a long bar of iron heated red-hot on one end, and the smith placed it on the anvil.

年轻的汉子红的铁棒取出，铁匠就在砧上敲打起来。

Jon knew the song, though it was strange to hear it here, in a shaggy hide tent beyond the Wall, ten thousand leagues from the red mountains and warm winds of Dome.

琼恩听过这首歌谣，不过在这里——在长城以外的兽皮帐篷中，在离拥有红山峦和温暖煦风的多恩十万八千里的地方——听着它有些异样。