Perhaps I can't see my way,
but my eyes are open, filled up with grains and sands.
oh.... my eye sight between the day and night,
No matter how it takes to reach my home till day and night,
but I can't stand and let the monster's dusted me up.

A huge monster's whisper with grains, but yet still is a race.
my fruits are in trouble,
but the problem can't solve.
My fruits juice mantles fair and free,
were some of them roll free....
A heavy monster still whispered. I can't stop, I guess is a race,
but cannot Chase.

Thus, my eyes are stroke due to hard wind, stout with tears.,
but still fear.

I heard the monster's of which I can say a Storm....