橙色的消防员代表着生的希望,这抹橙色是那些天使无数次奔赴战场燃烧自己的颜色。浓烟滚滚,一片赤焰。我眼前熊熊燃烧着的不是希望的火光,拼尽全力发出的嘶吼声被浓烟阻隔,仿佛传达不到任何地方。这一定是另一个世界,没错,这里正是地狱。我的视线越发模糊,意识也不再清晰,差不多快要放弃了吧。突然,渐渐涣散的瞳孔前出现了一只手,不是提着锁链的白无常, Orange firefighters represent the hope of life, which wipe orange is the angels countless went to the battlefield to burn their own color. Smoke billowing, a red flame. The flame of burning fire that I did not want to fire in my eyes was shunted by smoke, and it seemed as if it could not reach anywhere. This must be another world, yes, it is hell here. My eyes more and more blurred, awareness is no longer clear, almost to give up now. Suddenly, there was a hand in front of the pupil gradually, not carrying the chain of white impermanence,