火柴与我们不同它们躺在灵柩里来到这个世界这些携带炸药的英雄它们跟草不一样它们只有一次牛的机会火柴这位精通死亡的先生却教给我们怎样去活“嚓——”火柴被划燃，光芒一点点耀眼起来，火苗在黑暗中轻快地跳动，落下几滴滚烫的“泪珠”。一秒，两秒，三秒……渐渐地，火苗 The match is different from us. They are lying in the coffin. Come to the world. These heroes who carry explosives are different from grass. They have only one chance of a match. The matchmate, the master of death, teaches us how to live. Burning, the light shines a little, the flame bounces briskly in the darkness, dropping a few drops of hot “teardrops”. One second, two seconds, three seconds... gradually, the flames