当壮士百战横卧沙场,边塞的棕壤被鲜血染得辨不清颜色;当朱门丹漆被乱蹄踏平,雕栏深院只剩下火舌和浓烟;当坚垒顽壁笼上血雾,都城人心惶恐、龙颜骤变——当你再也没有说“不”的余地时,只有将胸中的悲切痛恨,凝成两道眉间拱、一把辛酸泪。 When the Zhuangshi battles lie on the battlefield, the brown soil on the frontier is stained by the blood to discriminate the color; when Zhu Mendan’s paint is thrown upside down, only the fire tongue and thick smoke remain in the carved bar deep courtyard; Blood fog, metropolitan people’s fear, sudden change of dragon face - when you never say “no” room, only the grief of the chest hate, condensate into two eyebrow arches, a bitter tears.