Touch your wounded soul

Touching the history of your wounded soul, I landed on this vast land and attached to you.
I sniff the fragrance that is emitted from your body, and the eyes touch your clothes that are dewy and wet. The bleak, elegant, you make me feel that my feelings have deceived me, but the life that is floating around and silent tells me: You are an angel on earth, a girl who has no sorrow, no mundane...
I caress your forehead that reflects the sun, and my eyes are attached to the sleeves of your butterfly. Every inch of my excited pores is feeling your faint breath, your beauty and aura make me intoxicated in the breeze. Under the sun, I shouted at the body of your pavilion: Nature, I love you!
Everything starts and ends with everything, and everything is looking for a constant dream in the midst of change...
The rivers of Pentium began to slow down, the mountains no longer spread green, and the earth exudes copper smell instead of fragrance! By the light of the hot sunset, I watched people holding an axe in one hand and a flexible hair root in one hand. At that moment, your eyes are no longer lingering but a rising flame! Then, the axe fell and the tree fell! Then the raging wind sorrows your sadness. In the dark, I hear you are squatting, but I am only listening to you when I am living on the green lake, but I am listening to you! ! !
The scars are outlined on you, and the sharp axe locks your eyebrows. You cover the scars with the stubble leaves, but you can't hide the tears in your eyes! why? Why do I watch you being ruined bit by bit but lamenting sin under the forest alone! Why do you feel that you are a demon who is cruel to life when you are crying and crying!
Gloomy, rancid, sad and abominable soul! You can't live in the pure hall, and the madness of the rushing sewage is the destination of your past life! If you are researching, I will put a bunch of scented flowers on your head in the light of hell!
Nature, angel! Penalize me for a bitter bar. At least, satisfy my shadow-like responsibility!
I can't bear to watch you step by step through the endurance limit, but I am afraid of your roar, so I am afraid of the tremor when you are angry, because every painful vent will make you even thinner. Why bother to add!
Missing love between you and me, does your soul load me? Losing me depends on you for a few years, why am I so turbid? I cringely touch your hot hands, touch your hot forehead, a little scar on your soft skin, like the devil's countless eyes in the sun glaring at me. The wounded soul struggling on the edge of pain, swallowing my sinful heart. My favorite partner! Stop your tears that are soaked in the sand. If you can cry and wash your scars, I will exhaust my life's tears. Oh, my dear nature!
Give me the answer with your sad eyes: Can I kiss your forehead again after a hundred years? Do you still take your hand in scientific research? Is it possible……
Now, can I touch your injured soul?