Poetry praising the wolf's wolf nature on a snowy night.

A gust of wind and mysterious hair were absolutely thick, and Chihiro recognized the heavy pupil with a pen.

Clouds are whistling alone in the frosty morning and moon, and strong winds are going their own way in the snow.

Death can still force tigers and leopards, and danger is not afraid of bears.

Juxu was made a general, and he hated fame and lackeys' work.

In late spring and March, grass begins to grow.

It's freezing Who will feed the wolf?

People sympathize with sheep, wolves are lonely,

People are unpredictable, and things are like frost.

Lick away the hurt in my heart silently.

I refuse anyone's help and pity.

More afraid of the fire of passion.

Beautiful love will not appear on me.

Because I am a proud lone wolf.

Woao

So, I am crazy.

Mourning in the moonlight

Through those seemingly ethereal clouds

In the cold eyes

Fall quietly

exactly

Tears frozen thousands of years ago.

I gave up with a wry smile.

I know

Only moonlight can listen to my story faithfully.

I know

Only in the dark

As frank and straightforward as I am.

Born rebellious

Never cared about the expression.

Wyndell dichinson, eating meat is in your nature.

Who can understand your name?

Some people say you are smart.

Some people say that you have a strong personality.

But who has seen it?

The figure of your healing alone

Flying snow is raining.

The cold wind rustled.

Still indifferent.

Cover up gentle elegance

The snow fell because of anxiety.

The wind is born for loneliness.

Wolf, you have gone too far.

Who rang the last wind chime for you?

Have a boiling blood.

Mount a silver gun

Stop laughing

all

Will be reborn

I hold you in my arms.

No longer look back

Return to the battlefield again

My battlefield

Wait until the war is over

I'll be exhausted.

Come back to you.

There is no comfort.

With cold and unruly.

Nobody can change me.

I am destined to contend with heaven.

Renjian

Walking alone in the wilderness

The wind is biting/biting/biting

Blizzard sadist

Maybe even walk on the hunter's gun.

A hungry and cold wolf

Sometimes I want to be a dog.

Grab the thrown bone.

Paws are basking in the corner.

but

A wolf is a wolf after all

You can't be a fawning dog

Wolves in the wilderness

Loneliness and sadness

while

So you can sit in your own palace.