I recently watched the cartoon "Portrait of KE xiante" ("Le portrait de petit Cossette"). I really like the first poem, which is excerpted as follows:
Zookeeper, Zookeeper, self-segmentation, and zookeeper
Who is the private key?
I am a private hacker and a zombie.
I am sorry for the problem.
Life Cycle
The lifecycle of an instance is too large ......
Too many threads, too many threads, too many threads
Attackers and attackers have been killed.
Zookeeper
Private keys are too large ......
The original is the song of stone images of irke. The Chinese translation is as follows:
Who loves me like this?
His precious life?
If someone is standing in the sea for me,
I will regain it from the rock.
Life, salvation.
I am so eager for the surging blood;
The rock is so cold.
I dream of life-life is so beautiful.
No one has the courage,
Wake me up?
However, if I get my life,
I am still lonely when I get all the gold from my life
Tears, tears my stone body.
What if my blood Wine is as red as it is?
My blood cannot be recalled from the sea,
The one who loves me most.
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