How blind the mountain is; erupting and blowing its contents without considering the people counting their life on. It can not see how the adorers adore its beauty, not being able to do anything but adoring and imagining the beauty of it, of all time.
Looking at the mountain, only long sigh is the effort visible and only gaze is the best gift from the object, without being known by it, a so called secret adorer.

Being close to the mountain, there is no time to think about another thing, but to keep concentrating on that, that that is not that frequent and that does not deserve to be forgotten for some minutes.

Provided that you can feel it, you mountains will see me how I bite my tongue to adore the beauty of you, and you can never understand that feeling.

Karona Resort, Phuket, 21 September 2005

Every corner of the mountain’s part is amazing;
Question: will I be let hold it?