独祷乌鸦站在一位勇士的墓前,它站在刻有一个生命名称以及长度的石碑上。勇士死于一场正义的战争,拿枪的手在深深的土里沉默已久。他无法让乌鸦闭嘴,和平了,他属于带有硝烟的勇敢。它黑着身子亮开嗓子,飞翔着传播不和谐的声音。它似乎更怀念那些让这位勇士倒下的人。日子就这么太平多好。勇士可以不拿枪,不让刺刀见红。他可 The Prayers crow stands at the tomb of a warrior, standing on a stone bearing a name and length of life. Warrior died in a just war, holding a gun in the depths of the earth silence for a long time. He could not shut up the raven and peace, and he belonged to the courage with smoke. It was dark and throaty, flying the dissonant voice. It seems more to miss those who make the warrior down. How peaceful is it? Warriors can not take a gun, do not let bayonets see the red. He can