Chapter 11 wound of love

The light is like a raging fire, Devouring the gray mountains and rivers around me, Chewing the blood and tears in my heart, Makes the sky, the earth and time reflect a bleak light. lamentation of blood dotted with Lifeless harps and lascivious torches, Like the sea hitting my heart, Like a scorpion crawling into the chest. Garlands of love adorn my aching bed, In the drooping ruins, Insomnia, I dreamed of your arrival. Although I am careful, Your heart easily laid down for me again Love's valley of hemlock and traps.