as i travelled along the way
hearing just voices  of the train
my palm rested on the glass
where dots of dew drew their path
can't help to gaze at that beauty
the sedate beauty of the mountain
reaching the open sky
where  white clouds up high
surrounding it and became a hat
the mountain's color was  gray
to show the hardship of his day
witnessing the misery of the world
but proven that he is able to stand
overcoming and winning the war
so sedate it is, so powerful it is
this mountain that got my gaze