I am a lonely wolf

Wandering alone in every desolate hillock

Walking through the frost and dew in the morning, pursuing the warm sun

In the dark night, I call out to the desolation from my heart alone

Lost my way in the struggle

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I once had a beautiful dream

Looking for a paradise, no need for a big place

A simple life and a warm arm

Encountering it lightly, hiding it deeply

I am a lone wolf

The cruel reality has left me bruised and bruised

I can’t see my proud look when I look back

I don’t have wolf nature, but I have more lingering tenderness

Too many ties tie me to death

I am a lone wolf

Memories of the past turn into sorrow

Back to the scene that belongs to me again

Destined to wander in the fight

As if full of strength

I am a lone wolf

Walking through the valley, walking Living through the vicissitudes of life

No longer the madness

But in order to survive, I endured the escape again and again

Licking the fatal sadness

Editor's comment:

I think 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 sad north wind blows Then, the long yellow sand passed by, and I could only grit my cold teeth and respond with two long roars... And in this poem, the lines are full of uncontrollable sadness and unhidden loneliness. Or maybe, the author These emotions can also be said to be worries. 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.