Through the clouds of mist,
One sees a city is despair,
A golden egg shines with light,
To touch the heart of souls.
In the mountains of this city,
One man sees,
An old man with gold,
And another with a sword.
They approach the city,
In looking for life,
But all they see are non-humans.
They walk away with not wanting to sleep,
In search for a city with life to live.
May 2, 2008