The Mist

Early daybreak The mountainous areas Still shrouded in mist The sceneries cloaked The surroundings look ghostly misty Sunrays blocked By mountains and trees Difficult to see the road ahead With the car's light on A thick light Penetrates through the mist To give us some clear views Before the mist finally lifted By the sunrays The mist just looks like The evils and sordid affairs In the existing world Blocking our views Only with light like wisdom We can be saved From all these illusions and fallacies