给我一双翅膀,给我一种信仰,让我看清生命中的暗流,听清花瓣破碎的声音。
Give me a pair of wings, give me a kind of faith, let me see the undercurrent of life, listen to the sound of petals breaking.
我想飞到那大漠孤烟落日红霞的戈壁滩,让冷月弯刀寒光照亮我的眼神,让吹卷飞沙的呼啸狂风吹得我热血沸腾,让那一抹决绝惨烈的红涂染我的半个天空,让我聆听英雄心中最后一曲幽幽怨歌。
I want to fly to the Gobi desert where the smoke is lonely and the sun is red. Let the cold moon and the knife light illuminate my eyes. Let the wind blow the sand and make my blood boil. Let the red paint my half sky. Let me listen to the last sad song in the hero's heart.
我飞过他们的天空。即使是英雄,他们的天空也划满了伤痕。冷峻的面容,在被鲜血浸透的江山前,也不曾有丝毫改变。路途是被设定了的,终点就是生命的终结,他们却为生活选择了不凡的意义,赢得后世千秋万代的崇拜。
I flew over their sky. Even heroes, their sky is full of scars. In front of the blood soaked mountains and rivers, the cold face has not changed in the slightest. The road is set, the end is the end of life, but they choose extraordinary significance for life, and win the worship of future generations.
风起,剑落。
The wind rises and the sword falls.
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