那是战场,金戈铁马,万里黄沙,尘土飞扬,尸横交错,遍地鲜血。以红艳的落日为背景,风拂过你,战袍与长发飞逸。你,静静地站着,深遂的黑眸透过狰狞面具流露出对死者的敬意。荣辱之间,是寂寞,兰陵王,那就是你的世界。“有些恨像是一个圈,冤冤相报不了结。”透过时空的距离,画面里你在笑,笑得春光洋溢。有谁知道,你心中那块脆弱的角落,在那里,你找不到自己,只有同胞兄弟的嘲笑与侮辱。如水的性格,如春风的笑容, That is the battlefield, gold and iron railings, miles yellow sand, dusty, corpses criss cross, over and over the blood. To Hongyan sunset as the background, the wind brushed you, shirt and long hair fly. You, standing quietly, dark Sui Mou pupil mask revealed through the mask of respect for the deceased. Between honor and disgrace, is lonely, Lan Ling Wang, that is your world. “Some hate like a circle, the retribution can not report the end. ” Through the distance between time and space, you are laughing in the picture, smiling with spring. Does anyone know that fragile corner in your heart, where you can not find yourself, only the siblings and insults of your brothers and sisters? Such as water’s character, such as spring breeze smile,