It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.

It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.

这一切似乎都像日落一样不可避免。相反，是太阳在镰刀上闪烁的美丽。

-- Suzanne Finnamore 苏珊娜·芬纳莫尔