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| 藉此coursesa的作業，為那些在昆明失去生命的人們哀悼，希望下輩子你們能過得更好。
How red was the fire, none could describe its pretty. Shinning through the whole city, people eulogized it with lyre. How happily were the human being, all they want to do just singing. / In the fire, smiled the evil spirits, some people bleeding cause' their ire some cried for the hellfire, and the spirits just wanted to play a game to text their limits. / The air smelled bloody, all people ran into the center, hiding in the cellar, the heart of the spirits were icy. / The goddess sang with choir about the nature's glory. People offered the berry to the goddess for their desire. It was a beautiful spring, that on the ground, people dancing. / They just wanted to take a visit, so they went to the box office to buy the tickets. Looked forward to their future, they worked hard with hope like bees revolving the sunflowers. / Children started crying, Cause' the killers' anger. "What are you asking?" None got the answer. / People cried with afire, the sky was cloudy, "maybe the gangsters just want money," the faces of the people were dire. Nothing could be done without praying, in the blood, some were lying. / The ground turned scarlet, the blood was streamlet. They killed with armor, caused countless deader. They didn't care about the bleeding and the dying, just took a way to relieve their boring. / The evil will be killed in the story, and it will be spoken in the tavern by the teller. Those gangsters' blood will bleed like a river, to pay back for what have they done by their naughty. |
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