#猶耶 #oc異象的火焰成了灰燼像是被風帶走的花瓣在悲傷裡對著我低語「約書亞、我啊、這一生過得很幸福喔」異象の炎が灰に成り風に従う花弁の如き哀しみの中私に囁き「ヨシュア、私は、倖せだったよ」The visions of flames burnt to ashes Just like petals blowing in the wind But your whispers were full of sadness “Rabbi, I’ve lived a good life, with you.”