You used to be a folded word. The lightning and thunder in your life fall into the language of imprisonment. You are an unopened flower. The flame inside you has been burning quietly.
The water in your body is irresistible. They converge into rivers, rivers and lakes. They flow. They're wet. They hit it, and they came to us gracefully through the wall of time.
Your delicate body hides 10,000 mu of fertile land. You used another piece of land to feed half the rivers and mountains. You use infinite light and heat to appease noisy beings.