你风度翩翩,衣袖上不沾染一点血迹,真是太帅了!可是我不行,因为我的位置不在巅峰上,我就在那个战场上,每一分,每一秒都有人在我周围死去,他们的疼痛绕着我,我看见他们的脸、他们的血、他们断裂的身体,每一张脸都是我熟悉的,都是我的同伴。
Your graceful bearing, sleeve with a little blood, is really too! But I can't, because of my position is not at the top of the game, I was in the field, every minute, every second there are people dying around me, their pain around me, I saw their faces, their blood, their fault body, every face is my familiar, are my companions.
你的风姿,套筒和一点血,真的是太!但我不能,因为我的位置不是在顶部的游戏,我就在现场,每一分,每一秒都有人死在我的周围,他们的痛苦在我的周围,我看到他们的脸,他们的血,他们的错体,每天面对的都是我熟悉的,都是我的同伴。
……他们的错体?听起来很难吃的样子~