Wolf And Moonlight

The moon is so full tonight, the light shines on our heart. He always sees you on love nights like this, he whispered quietly in your ear a few words: - Wolf loves the sky but Wolf also loves the moonlight. Quietly kisses your forehead. Your face was as joyful, sweet, and full of happiness as he had said nothing, he had only one love for you. Do you love him so much when he reveals his betrayal? I'm jealous, my dear. Someone called him quietly, the wind swept across the sky, the cloud covered the golden moonlight. The whole busy street and ward plunged into the suspended darkness. He stroked your hair graciously, giving you the most intimate gestures. A slight pinch on his cheek, or his arrogant, heartbreaking smile, he wants to tell you how exciting and painful it is to steal a shred of love. Why do you keep suffering in a love that will shatter, do you know how much it pains me? He took his step and left. His footsteps were swift, cold, his walk full of arrogance, and his head tilted not to look at you once. He lost his shadow and left you waiting in the dark. I looked up at the cold sky, like my own heart, grudging and hateful eyes with high white light. Does the sky hate the moonlight just like you? I don't know. You are leaning against a cold wall, hidden from the moonlight. Rolled up and sobbing. You hate him because you are the Sky, he's the Wolf, and she's the Moonlight. Only I love you, remember you, and I am his shadow, you know? I wish you could lean on my shoulder right now, but I'm blurred and went back to him. Are you sad? The city of Spring is bustling, people's faces are full of joy. He held a girl's hand to guide him through the line, sometimes they stopped at a bar displaying all kinds of souvenirs, he smiled at her tenderly, his eyes always hidden mischievous and wild. It was the first spring when they were together, loving each other sincerely, without any attempt. I think so because he doesn't love anyone yet. What about you, does he love you? Only I love you. The moon is still high, still full. On full moon days, the Wolf is a real beast. The roar of unconscious echoing from far away made me creep, made him notice. He was hungry, hungry for love, and you were his prey. She will be the same. The air was still vibrated, constantly spreading. Everyone was happy, she was happy, only he was happy. A few days passed. The moonlight disappeared from the sky silently. There were some funny monsoons surrounding the sky. A wandering wolf. He rudely took your hand and pulled you away, not gentle at all. He glanced dangerously at the boys around you. As if you were his, only his. You get out of his hand, run away from him. He's different. Your tears flowed silently, you were shocked when he grabbed your hand, gently and so carefully that it is shaking you. He always knew how to coax girls; he was too dangerous. My dear! - Don't be mad at the Wolf. Because Wolf loves the sky. He helps you wipe away my tears, but your tears still fall, you try to close your eyes to stop the tears, but why can't you. Or what part of you knew he was a liar, only your heart was willing? - Does the Wolf like the sky or does the Wolf like the stars in the sky? Your voice trembles and choked up. Don't know why your nose gets tingle and you start sobbing, or do you love him? I'll be jealous, you know.​ The city suddenly lights up, the shadows push each other to his side like they want to say a word of love. You were so scared, he put his finger on your lips, he beckoned you to hush, his hand on your shoulder as if to say, " I'm here." The light again spread; the darkness left in annoyance. In a few short seconds, your face changed a lot, you stopped crying, your tears were dry, and your face was confused and panicked. He left on the call of a strange, strong, passionate wind. Like he said about you, the sweetness of the sky. You know. The Wolf is an unfaithful man. The Wolf can't just love a sky or a moonlight, the Wolf love anyone. I'm the only one in love, the one who loves you. Why don't you ever look at me? This shadow has loved you for a long time. It was when the love song of the sky and the earth rang. The Wolf is always pointing towards the sky and yearning. The Wolf hates the wind that swirls around the sky, trying to cut out the Wolf's whisper just for the sky. There is no one to bless them, only rain give them blessing. The raindrops kept falling like hymns of love from the sky and the ground. My hair was wet with rain, sure enough, the condensed raindrops never stopped falling. You've hated me since I watched you get drunk with someone else, a man with a smile and a gentle gesture, you push me away like we're done, have you forgot? I'm laughing, with my old habits, I'm still cuddling your cheeks, and when you're angry, you try to dodge it. I'm not clean, I know. - The Wolf can hear the love song of the sky and the ground. - Don't be silly. I'm not the sky and the Wolf is not the ground. Besides, the sky and the ground can't be together, both can only look at each other painfully day after day. You scream, he caresses you, he looks at me, the despise. Unexpectedly, I smiled. You're the sky, he is the wind, I'm just the shadow of the Wolf. My tears are falling, naturally, quietly, no projection, it is flowing from the corner of my eyes, he looks at me, provokes, the look of a winner, shows up on his face even though it's wet. And that's all the reason he's become my reality. About her. She is as gentle and graceful as the moonlight. Gives the Wolf joy, smiles, laughter and make him mature. - The Wolf loves the moonlight. His quiet laughing, naive, with a wild soul that I have not yet dared to show you. He hates you and loves her, I love you and don't like her. Because she took him away from you, because I couldn't love you. Come on, she's laughing again, maybe not so much delightful, but enough to confuse me, and put him on edge. Rain suddenly falling out of the sky without a forecast, without music, without singing, just a cold current covering our head, rushing down on us. Like rain hates the Wolf, hates them both, doesn't bother to echo the love song of the sky and the ground. Nonsense. But that heavy rain is not enough to bother them both, they play in the rain, naughty as children. When he was tired, he carried her home, which I hadn't once done to you, she fell asleep on his shoulder, and just like an accident, he looked in a sunny direction at the end of the skyline, her lips softly touched his cheek, flushed. He looked so surprised, his face was red, his eyes were full of laughter, and his radiance was no secret. He has just reached the first rung of the ladder of love, just the beginning, and he will soon be like me. On the moonless day, the wolf waits, frustrated, bored, drawing the wolf's face into a form that is hard on the eyes. Stars fall all over the sky, attract wolves, the sky looks for the wolf, can you hear me? You came to him on a dark new moon, looking nervous and expectant. I faded, and he must have purposely made you missed me. - Does Wolf love the sky? The Wolf is jealous. I'm jealous and I love you. If you ask me, I will answer right away, no need to think as much as he worries you, be confused and wait for the answer from him. He's arrogant, isn't he? - The Wolf is polygamist, you know? Because when you love a man, it's all about pain, like a shadow that stays behind and lurking in the dark. He talks about me. About someone who used to love you so dearly, about someone who was mad at you so much, he probably hated you too, he wouldn't love you. And when he was still with her, he would not love anyone else, I guess. Like I only love you. - But the Wolf love the sky. If you want, let's start over, shall we? When I hear that, I feel like an Earthquake is happening, he loves you? Impossible. But you broke down, rushed into his heart, was his heart as warm as mine? You sobbed, and he patted you on your thin, shaky shoulders, like he really loved you. Anyway, his eyes were as cold as ice, his smile was superficial and astute. He just wants to tease you. Only if I can tell you, he's not as I love you like he used to, he's not that stupid to love you anymore, he just wants to give you back the pain you've created. What about me, do I love you? I was bewildered by the misgivings in my heart. I don’t know. I just remember, you were so cold when you left me, you ruthlessly pushed me out of your life. You already killed me. I'm just a shadow forever thinking about you. On a cool green prairie, the wolf run wild in the night, like fear of something unclear, fear of quiet space? Afraid of the dark? Or fear the absence of moonlight? The wolf rushed through the dewy grass, ripped away some wind, headed for the other side of the sky where the moonlight was still present. He and she went to dinner together, was it a date, after many times the error appeared for no reason. - Wolf, did you cheat on me? She suddenly asked him when she was eating a fish dish, perhaps she had doubts, he looked at her, then looked in some other direction. In that look there was suspicion, and he was afraid to make his eyes heavy and blurred. It's like a pure moonlight poking into a thick cloud, everything gets dark and empty, and neither he nor I like it, but I don't love her, and I'll stop worrying about him. - The Wolf is a playboy. Someone spokes in place of her statement, and the answer came from him. It's just a swift statement from the table next door, but it's powerful enough to spark the soft thoughts of both of you. He's confused, I like it, he looks pathetic right now. Hey, what was I thinking? Two or three petals of some kind fall to the ground, and he's got all kinds of drenched water, and I find it annoying to look at him, like I'm in that situation. His arm was scratched, it contained shattered glass somewhere, my heart was burning, it hurt. He kneeled on the floor like a loser, I felt numb in my heart, why am I not as happy as always? Why do I feel this pain? As he and I have been through, all of it. She's gone, only him, waiting on the debris. Now I suddenly miss you terribly, I don't know if he misses you, misses the people, misses you, misses her, make both of us, me, and him both in so much pain. Bored, my dear, it's boring. He looks at the thick glass door, he looks at me, he looks at her, resentfully, regretfully. Because he was playing with love, because he cheated on you, because he wasn't honest with her. The Wolf hid further into the cave, crawl up into a conner, the Wolf doesn't want to see the sky, he doesn't even look at the moonlight. The Wolf is a coward. He keeps twitching into a corner in a dark room, looking pitiful. I kept walking around my room, just because he keeps me stay here. He cried? I heard hiccups. He still roared his face on the top of his knees, the darkness around him was thicker, darker, scarier than a few parts. I came by, sat with him. There's no light around and I'm used to the dark. The hiccups are steady and so choking. He was like a child who had just lost faith, and more than just the loss of love, which he had just felt. It hurts, I know, he's like me, but why don't I have a little fun? I patted him on the back like a stupid little brother who lost his first love. His head on my shoulder for the first time, this is the first time that we've ever been this close, even though we're one, no matter how delimited, I'm still a shadow. He stopped crying, but tears still fell, wetting my shoulders with sadness. - It must not hurt to be a shadow, right? He asked an unprecedented stupid question. Ask, does the shadow hurt? Yes, I feel pain in my heart when he feels pain himself, and maybe he's been hurting a lot for me before. Or let him live the rest of his life, what does he do to himself in his own existence? The Wolf roam through the city crammed with shadows, gliding past each other, he is slipping into the flow of rioters. Is anyone afraid of the wolf? Does anyone hate the wolf? No. The wolf is no longer a wolf to be feared and respected. He walks with his feet tangle, like he is about fall on his kneel. Wandering, I wandered with him. I suddenly froze when I heard the familiar call that I have been yearning for, you waving to him, and he still walked, lifeless. Or did he try to forbid me to see you? No. He stopped, in your sudden palm holding him back, he looked at you puzzlingly, as if he had forgotten you. He doubtfully looks towards me. - Are you all right? Heard the Wolf is not well. She asked with a keen look on his cold face. If only you could look at me like that for a few seconds, I'd be happy. I want to touch you, these hands want to clap your little, pretty face that smiles were gone. I was quiet and amazed when the warmth of the heat passed through my flesh, you looked at me with concern. He, through the mirror, looked at me with a smile, he gave me some time to be with you, to love you, and to say goodbye to you. At this moment, I suddenly remembered her. I laughed softly, he took off, like a promise, don't bother me. You were with me all day long, you laughed very cheerfully, very bright, like before, before you left me. But I still love you, though over time, it's dull and cools down a little. As I wished, you and I would have walked all day long, late in the sunset, into the darkness. You gently kissed me on the cheek, feeling hot running all over my body, a feeling that I had not felt for a long time. I answered you with a kiss on the forehead, which is the limit I won't cross, because I didn't have a chance to love you anymore. - Wolf loves the sky. I hold you in my lap, feel your existence at this moment, want to make sure you don't leave me this time. Even if it's my own late entrainment. - Wolf, do you love me? Was. But now, do I love you? I was bewildered by the misgivings in my heart. You looked at me, waiting for the answer in anticipation, I just flustered away, I don't really know, can you understand me? - Yes, I did, so much in love. But you know, with the Wolf, you're forever the Sky, the Wolf never can reach. The Wolf is only the Wolf _ An Unfaithful Being. The silent tears fall from your eyes. Your little shoulders trembled, your choking hiccups buried, suddenly echoing, as if to resent me for being so heartless. Do you hate me? I wish, you just keep hating me, okay? You left with a wry smile that looked sad. But the last time you run to hold me in your arms, this will be the last time you will hold me like that. You smile with joy instead of saying goodbye, you don't have the courage to say it, maybe you'll cry. And I'm not brave enough to forget you, is it? As you gradually disappear into the dark, I want to run to, one last time, to take you home in peace. But hardly, I vanished into the darkness little by little, when he came with a smile on his lips, through me. I'm not tough enough to walk out of your life. Early morning, fog covered the sky. He holds her hand for a walk around the rarely quiet city. He brushed pass you like a stranger; I brushed pass you like a wind floating around the sky, she looked at you. Step away. There are turns that won't go the same way, and you'll be happier than you are right now. The Wolf is an unfaithful being. Because I love only you, a tragic, raucous, and miserable love. Because he loved only her, an uncontrollable, strong, and... a little wild. The Wolf is unfaithful, do you know? She knows, but she still loves the Wolf. But don't fall in love with the Wolf, for the Wolf is unfaithful.