The intense cloud covers the mountains;
the wind swirling over the trees.
The rain falls to every part of the earth;
fading all the afternoon fogs.
The intense width of the fan covers my face;
walking over the people's crowd.
Not being shy, nor hiding something;
just giving a sharp look to everyone.
The intense trouble covers my past;
wounding my soul, leave a deep scar on my heart.
But I will stop at nothing to take revenge;
you will regret of what you have done.