简介：
我走过地底的泥泞，走过硝烟，走过马蹄下飞扬的尘土和飞溅的积血，踉跄，挥刀，砍断缭绕的藤蔓。在那藤蔓之上，盛放着一朵血红的玫瑰。 I strode through the wet mud below the ground, through the gunsmoke, through the dust and splattered pools of blood under the horses' hooves, staggered, swung my sword, and cut through the draped vines. But on that top of the vine，there is a bloomed blooded rose. 我趟过浑浊的苏州河，灯红酒绿，川流不息的街区和肆意的裙摆，回首，举杯，敬那双剃刀般锋利的碧蓝色双眼，敬我的。
