I am a lonely wolf
Wandering alone in every desolate hillock
In the morning, I walk through the frost and dew, chasing the warm sun
In the dark night, I am alone calling out the desolation from my heart
Lost in the struggle
I am a lone wolf
Once Have a beautiful dream
Looking for a paradise, no need for a big place
A simple life, and a warm arm
Being shallow with it Encounter, hide deeply
I am a lonely wolf
The cruel reality has left me bruised and bruised
Looking back I can’t see my proud appearance< /p>
No wolf nature, but more lingering soft intestines
Too many ties tie me tightly
I am a lonely wolf
Reminiscing about past events
Returning to the scene that belongs to me
Destined to wander in the fighting
As if full of power
I am a lone wolf
Walking through the valley and the vicissitudes of life
I no longer had the madness
But in order to survive, I endured the Escape again and again
Licking the fatal sadness
Editor’s comment:
Reminds me of Qi Qin’s song "I am a wolf from the north" 》: I am a wolf from the north walking in the boundless wilderness. The sharp north wind blows and the long yellow sand passes by. I can only bite my cold teeth and respond with two long roars... And this In this poem, the lines are filled with uncontrollable sadness and unconcealable loneliness. Or perhaps, these emotions of the author can be said to be inner thoughts. It should be said that they are common complexes shared by those of us born in the 1970s. I feel noble but also struggle; I feel confused and even more contradictory. I want to get out, but there are too many ties and reluctance to let go. After coming out, there will be panic and uneasiness that will last for a long time. Perhaps it is only in the dead of night that I lie down, count the scars on my body, and lick the fatal sadness... A very realistic and somewhat gloomy whisper, recommended for *** reading.