一那一瞬间,什么也不知道了。点点壤簇的鲜红,在面前飞溅,扩散,直至,凝固……而另外一种红色,随着秋夜的清风,在瞳孔之中飘动着,翻转着。象西洋红酒一般的颜色……明月之下,他那长长的西式披风象一团黑色的暗云,将少年最后一丝生的希望掩埋。毫无表情的冷俊面容以及如周死水一般的暗红瞳孔,似乎预示着少年的死亡;和自己的父亲一样,被 At that moment, I did not know anything. A little bit of soil red red clusters in front of the splash, spread, until, solidified ... ... and the other a red, with autumn breeze, fluttering in the pupil, flip. Like the general color of Western wine ... ... Under the moon, his long Western-style cloak is like a dark cloud, buried the hope of the last birth of a young boy. The cold-headed face without expression and the dark red pupil, such as the peristalsis, seem to herald the death of a teenager; like his own father,