With my steps on the land of fog,
Having a walk on the path of the unknown
The core was filled up with fright;
With almost no company, all alone.
All at once, a figure appeared in the scene.
A tone of whistle stroke my ear-
Seemed that it asked me to escort.
After, it ran and disappear.
I did follow up to a mark.
A thing hit my leg, the cause I tripped,
Then, I got to know, I'm near
A grave, a corpse lying in it.
Then, got my eyes open
Realised it was just a nightmare,
But then had the real realization-
The land of fog is the place I'm where.