我勇敢地投入战斗,可白人的枪炮瞄准了我和战士们。子弹如鸟儿一般射出来,从我们耳边呼啸而过,就像冬日的寒风吹过森林一样。战士们一个接一个地在我身边倒下。早上的太阳异样地昏暗,夜晚它就躲到黑暗的云层里面,像一堆燃烧的火焰。这将是照在我黑鹰身上的最后一丝阳光。虽然现 I bravely fought, but the white guns aimed at me and the soldiers. The bullets shot like birds and whistled past our ears, just like the winter winds blew over the forest. One by one, the soldiers fell by my side. The morning sun was strangely dark, and at night it hid in dark clouds like a burning fire. This will be the last glimmer of sunshine on my Blackhawk. Although present