炮灰，总是在第一时间
就被安排上场，充填弹坑……
当血淋淋的道路，
铺平、垒高，
艳丽红绸，热情讴歌；
每一寸的路过，
踩在脚下的ta们，
都会发出悲恸哀鸣的声音。

  • Cannon fodders, always arranged to go on stage
  • At the first time, filling bullet holes…
  • When bloody road
  • Is paved and piled up,
  • The gorgeous red silk, the enthusiastic ode;
  • Every inch of passing by,
  • Stepping on them,
  • They will make a sorrowful cry.