For every one that loves the mountains
snow-capped, drenched in soft clouds
rising high, jutting into the open air.
There is another full of hatred for the mountains.
They obscure the view of that which they love.
The open sky.
A horizon stretching out, hidden by a rocky wall.
Recede! Part your peaks!
Let us gaze upon the falling horizon with ease,
basking in Apollo's warm glow.
The mountains are selfish, the sun is afraid.
However, one only needs to climb this foe to see,
that together two becomes one.