I grew up with the colors of war -- the red colors of fire and blood, the brown tones of earth as it explodes in our faces and the piercing silver of an exploded missile, so bright that nothing can protect your eyes from it.
我在战争的颜色中成长 红色的血与火 棕色的土地 爆炸 就在我面前 还有银色的碎片 导弹爆炸时飞散而来 那么明亮 没有东西可以保护你的眼睛