The wind gently blowing, blowing to you my missing heart.

风儿轻吹，吹给你我思念的心声。

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I made a drawing of myself crouched over a rifle, blowing out my heart.

我画了一副自己蹲在来福枪上，射爆心脏的画。

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Looking up at the cloud blowing past softly, I wonder if that is my heart escaping the mundane world which keeps drifting about in the air.

仰望着空中轻轻飘过的云，莫非那就是我脱离尘世而游离不定的心？

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And once again, the mission that has crept its way into both heart and soul involves keeping ticking bombs from blowing up in one way or another.

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