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 the past, stepping on them, they will make a sorrowful cry.