Endless Loneliness Lol

I bloom in the hustle and bustle, like a flower that blooms at dawn. When the heavy snow comes, I also wither and drown. ——Lone Wolf When a person is alone for a long time, he always likes to mingle with the crowd. Like an old wolf with cloudy eyes, it stands on a barren bald mountain and looks around. The silent wolves are in formation, hunting prey, showing the tension of life between survival, or a group of wild horses are lowering their heads to eat, and a few cubs are playing. The crocodile in the shallow lake floats on the water like a wooden stake, waiting for prey to be delivered into its mouth. Everything is alive except the bald mountain it sits on. It turned its head and looked at the scars on its hind legs, which were left when fighting for the wolf king. Its splendor has faded, leaving only an old skeleton.