因为战争,我不会轻易眼泪流淌。站在断壁残垣的城市废墟之上,我无法排遣内心的悲伤与绝望。硝烟还在,我仍然没有找到求生的方向。多么希望能有一个坚强的臂膀,带我穿过封锁、穿越死亡,但是这里已经是一个没有我们的军人的世界,除了一个空空的教堂,还有一群如花的姑娘。如何救赎,不要受伤?这是玉墨斜倚在教堂光秃秃的柱子旁真实的内心自白,她的青楼女子身份决定了她的力量渺小。可就是这么一个女人,带 Because of the war, I will not easily tears flow. Standing above the broken ruins of the city ruins, I can not exhaust my heart’s sorrow and despair. Smoke is still, I still did not find the direction of survival. Hopefully, there will be a strong arm that will take me across the blockade and through death, but here is a world without our soldiers, except for an empty church and a group of flowery girls. How to Redemption, Do not Get Injured? This is the real inner confession of jade ink leaning against the bare pillar of the church. Her identity as a brothel woman determines her power is insignificant. It is such a woman, with