The soul is something

The soul is torturing the body, the sun is repairing the damaged mind, the excuse of ignorance, so frivolous, am I a fool? I pin my hopes on you, on all kinds of things, you talk about you again and again, tired, tired, no longer want to listen, I want to shield you, I want to escape from you, I want to stay away from you, I want to cut off everything with you, swear fiercely. Impatient and constantly tortured, why not strong, otherwise you will get rid of it. A lonely world, without warmth, not at all heat. [Punch in the face] [Punch in the face]