死不瞑目 sǐ bù míng mù
We know that the mother refuse to close eyes in death.
She knew she must either possess it or die in pursuit of that goal.
That eyes but still stare consumedly of, refuse to close eyes in death! !
Allen gambled away his inheritance . That would make his father turn (over) in his grave.
If I were those swordsmen from militia, I’d have refused to die.
BENVOLIO: I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
Listen to that awful music. It’s enough to make Beethoven turn in his grave!
Had Colurmabus known be had missed the Orient, he would have died disappointed.
Had Columbus known he had missed the Orient, he would have died disappointed.
Soldiers Zheng Zhao’s eyes looking at a wasted step that Long Beautiful figure of gradually leave…!
Do you hope I will die without closing my eyes?I don’t want to live and see Pony’s cruel face anyway!
hospitals often have patients deceased, some people are wasted step, the discontent will affect the surrounding gas market.
Had a scientist failed an examination two drop of times in the tar drop to die, he really a little died with injustice unredressed.
If I went first, while the sadness will never leave the world of them, then i won’t rest underneath in ease.
The photographer recorded streets littered with corpses, dead victims with open eyes, refugees with vacant eyes.
If I was those swordsman from the militia, I’d have refused to die. Their lives were worth only an egg!
If someone killed a Foulah and escaped, the Foulah’s sons would never rest until one day they found and killed the murderer.
If I were those swordsmen from the militia, I’d have refused to die. All their lives were worth only the value of an egg!
The unquiet dead have many ways of haunting — particularly in the Middle East, which has been accumulating the grievances of the dead for thousands of years.
The expiring Lion said, “I have reluctantly brooked the insults of the brave, but to be compelled to endure such treatment from thee, a disgrace to Nature, is indeed to die a double death.”
Urduuk thrust the blade forward suddenly and drove it through the chieftain’s chest, staring into the ogre’s eyes as he crumpled to the ground.
If I were those swordman from the militia, I’d have refused to die. All their lives were worth only the value of egg!