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,每一份,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
You bearing, sleeve from a little blood, that was very handsome! But I can't, because I'm not in the position of the peak, I am in the battlefield, every, every second anyone was around me dead, their pain around me, and I see their faces, and their blood they fracture body, each face is my familiar, all is my partner
你轴承、袖从一点血,真是太帅了!但是我不能,因为我还没有峰的位置,我在战场上,每一个,每一秒钟有人在我周围死了,它们的疼痛在我,我看见他们的脸,他们的血液断裂的身体,每一张脸都是我熟悉的,都是我的舞伴(“轴承、袖从一点血”轴承是风度翩翩的意思吗?

)(舞伴=同伴?

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