孤寂它有着狼的狰狞、豹的疯狂,缺少了温和的美德,它在死亡的寂寥里更加狭隘,它在废墟里徘徊,在黑暗里侵蚀你的血肉、你的思想、你的精脉。简直不敢想象,与它接近的产物会有多么沮丧。广阔的气质压根儿不属于它——它蛰伏在凄冷的角落,不肯松开狂暴的姿态,它喜欢啃食黑暗里的骨头,一副傲慢的面孔,让我想起冰冷的锈刃所散发 Loneliness It has the coy of the wolf, the madness of the leopard, its lack of gentle virtues, its narrowness in the solitude of death, its wandering in the rubble, the erosion of your flesh and blood, your thoughts, your vein in the darkness. Can not imagine how frustrating it is to get close to it. Broad temperament does not belong to it - it dormant in the cold corner, unwilling to let go of the violent gesture, it likes to eat the bones in the darkness, an arrogant face reminds me of the cold rusty edge of the hair