I walked through the cold wind with wind and frost on my shoulders, lonely as an eagle. The soul wears a smiling mask and looks ahead: the future is the sky in front of me, and there is me in the sky. I am an eagle! A person has been lonely for so long that he has forgotten himself.
The eagle with wings glided in the sky, patrolling the vastness in front of him and getting lost in the void under his feet. Whether indifferent, aloof, or struggling forward, the cold wind blowing over my wings in the high air knows that it is crying.
I am chasing the irreversible sunset, running towards the clouds, and being in my flock like a shepherd. I was with my own shadow all day, but, ah, the shadow was projected so far that I forgot myself.
My dream is not over before sunset. The crying eagle thinks alone, when will you stop wandering like a lonely cloud! But nature doomed me to float in the void like this blue sea all my life, and I was doomed to get lost.
In other words, I am choosing another way to talk to God, but I have been lonely for so long that I have forgotten myself.
The sun went down, and I walked through the cold wind with wind and frost on my back, because I knew I would be lonely eventually; Night is my last myth!
The future is the sky in front of us. I am in the sky. I am an eagle!