Desire is like a wolf, not like a wolf;
Wolves also have feelings, but humans can't understand them;
However, my heart is desolate, crying to the bright moon alone;
The moon waxes and wanes, but the wolf howls is always alone;
Where can I find peace while trekking through mountains and rivers? The lonely shadow of the dead tree and the dim moon grow;
In March, the spring grass grows and the sheep rejoice. The world hates wolves, but who can feed them?
The long wailing flowers in the sky are moving, the lilies of love are still fragrant under the moon;
Although the nature is unruly, the will is firm, and the flowers will still be fragrant when autumn comes;
When the wind blows, stones and sand fly away, the sky and the earth become bleak, and in the place of sorrow, I walk alone and look back at the lily.