Daily BCEW［1/1］.
水之式优雅而坚定的吟唱。
When the death whispering lowly,
She would sing.
Of her strange language,
All I know is,
Here is not a word of fear,
There is not a word of sorrow.
All I know is,
She raises the hand,
Positioning the sword to puncture to the enemy.
I will be the wind wreathing the sword.
P2全图。
——没错，斜拍好看！我就是要斜拍！
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