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tôi nhìn bạn và cảm thấy bất lực, tôi đã an ủi bạn và cảm thấy có lỗi vì nhưng tôi không thể giúp bạn, tôi nghe tiếng thì thầm của bạn "tôi bình an, đây là cơ hội". tôi ngạc nhiên hỏi "tại sao bạn lại gọi đó là cơ hội? phải chăng chúng đang làm bạn đau? ". bạn vẫn thế, rất bình tĩnh trả lời, nhìn vào đây,bạn chỉ cho tôi những vết thương mà mỗi mùa đông đến bạn phải chịu, mùa đông là mùa mà tạo nên những vết thương trên thân bạn. Những làn dao cắt không thương tiếc, nhưng điều kỳ lạ là vết thương đó không làm bạn chảy máu, chính chị tuyết đã băng nó lại bằng sức mạnh của cái lạnh. Rồi khi mùa Đông qua đi,bạn chỉ cho tôi thấy những chồi non bắt đầu xuất hiện trên chính những vết thương đó.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

I look at you and feel helpless, I was comforted and feel sorry but I can not help you, I hear your whisper "I am peace, here's your chance". I'm surprised asking "why are you calling it a chance? they're affordable do you hurt? ". still, very calmly answered, look at this, you just gave me the wounds that every winter to you must bear, winter is the season that makes up the wounds on the torso. The wave of knife injuries, but the strange thing is that the wound doesn't make you bleed, the sister of snow have tape it back by the strength of the cold. And then when the winter days away, you showed me the young shoots begin to appear on the wounds.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

I look at you and feel helpless, I was comforted you and feel sorry for but I can not help you, I hear your whisper "My peace, this is an opportunity." I was surprised and asked "why do you call it chance? are they're hurting you?". you still, very calmly, looking at this, you show me the wounds that every winter to you bear, winter is the season that make up the wounds on your body. The lane knife mercilessly, but the strangest thing is that the wound does not make you bleed, the snow did she tape it with the strength of the cold. Then when winter passes, you showed me the buds begin to appear on the wounds it.

Kết quả (Anh) 3:

I look at you, I feel helpless, to comfort my friends and feel guilty, but I can't help you, I hear you whisper, "my safety, this is an opportunity." I was surprised and asked, "why do you call it a chance? Are they doing your pain?" You are still very calm answer, see here, you give me the wound, every winter season is winter, so to create your own lane knife wound. Don't regret, but the strange thing is that no one was hurt this is your blood, with snow cold strength. When winter comes, you give me the buds begin to appear in their wounds.