The Sound of Paper Breath

Climbing to the mountaintop,

With the rustling paper struggling to follow up,

Calculating how many steps to reach,

With the great - power formula,

To obtains points in each checkpoint.

Lining pen is waiting for being used,

As the tool for their lucky strike.

The last breath of the pen is the sign of the ink,

Will permanent, dried on the paper.

Machine gun of clock keeps guiding the time,

Remind them as the time almost stops at its station.