Werewolf And Silver Bullet
To those whose hopes haven’t been shattered by reality yet
Sometimes I yearned for the stars,
As a result,
The starry night was terminated,
By the sun’s Treats.
Sometimes I loved the moon,
As a result,
The goodness was replaced,
By sorrow and Seats.
When I finally,
No longer yearn for anything,
Suddenly feel like a werewolf,
Longer than the light,
But scared of the Bullet.
By James Tian
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