Wrapped in thick fog,
It is said that there are tungsten deposits here,
Filaments can be made,
Bring people light.
So there was an expedition,
With advanced equipment,
But I got lost in the fog,
Return in vain.
Then several teams.
One by one,
The same result,
Confusing,
Like an ancient mystery,
I don't know when it will be untied.
However, on a quiet night,
There are meteors flying across the sky,
That's weird. Light.
Through the thick fog,
Light the eyes of the island.
The island became very excited,
Change the silence of the past,
It swings, jumps,
And send it out.
Purple current,
Dispel the dense fog instantly,
Like a blooming flower,
Smell incense,
Facing the sky,
To the distance,
Continuous.
Until a loud cry,
Cut off its propaganda,
Send it back to the mold,
Fell asleep again
In the thick fog.