So high the cloud
Far away from the soil of black
‘Ever mercy the tears of burning berry
Always slide from F’pan to fire

‘Hmm’ says always ‘he candle that light the coal
Shallow shout shall persist, shouting
If the legacy of sky is not follow
Bang more says the mouth of fryer

Selfish mouth that eat shall whistle last
Without mercy of thy crying berry
Haste in your journey first son of cloud
To curb the aid of devourer

Son of whom, what hath happen to your kingdom?
The damage that caused by blindfolded fair lady
With a staff and torch that led you
But later handed thy staff to your blinded child

Be in haste ‘ever draw back
Fetch thy water from the well
Where patient dwell to bath
Our wounded heart with hope and joy

Be haste ‘Weh in the cloud! The hope of berry black
To wipe thy tears with your white garment
When hope seems to shows
‘Tis a silver lining from the cloud