就这样
------Ah...... When the Death whispering low,she woulds sing:Of her strange language all I know Is,there is not word of fear,here is not a word of sad,all I know Is,She raises the hand to be poisoned the sword to puncture to enemy,I will round the sword.
------Ah...... When the Death whispering low,she woulds sing:Of her strange language all I know Is,there is not word of fear,here is not a word of sad,all I know Is,She raises the hand to be poisoned the sword to puncture to enemy,I will round the sword.
