I am one of the peaks.
A mountain that is not tall.
I have a thin figure.
There is no enviable tall and straight stalwart
My body is mottled.
No attractive scenery makes people want to stay.
I like silence.
My appearance gives the impression that
Ruthless and indifferent
but
Who knows?
I am an extinct volcano.
The love in my heart has been sleeping for thousands of years.
The fire is burning in my guts.
Hot magma is my sincerity.
I have been saving the power of love.
Waiting for that moment
Wave after wave