［墨子卿編曲］英雄遲暮 The twilight of a hero.

你曾見過邊關城牆白雪皚皚，也曾見過金戈鐵馬揚起的漫漫黃沙，
然而你在暮年憶起最多的不是那些赫赫功績，而是戰場上那衣衫襤褸的孩子朝你遞來的一朵殘花。
You have seen the walls of frontier forts crowned with waves of snow, and witnessed the endless sands stirred by iron horses and golden spears.
Yet in the twilight of your years, what you recall most is not the resounding feats of valor, but rather a ragged child on the battlefield, offering you a withered flower.
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