Once had I wished to end that journey,
'Tis far and the roads are rough
My footwears have worn out,
Yet haven't reached the peak,
How long will the sun sleep and wake
When shall the pinnacle strike?
And flourish a mountain of spices,
I can't wait for tomorrow to grin at me
And makes the moon to make me see
The apparel of the peak
I heard shinning like a flower
Badly had I weep
Now my soul stubbornly deny sleep

Though I have a mission
To...