In the midst of the storm,

A crack in the sky flashed with white light,

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded,

On the vast earth,

A man with the speed of light,

A boulder blocks the way ahead,

exhausted all the strength,

The boulder remained in place.

O boulder,

Why don't you want to move?

It is the will of God,

Or is it deliberately blocking the way?

I will cut off the boulder with the sword in my hand,

Turned into a lump of grain,

Hold it in your hand and play with it.

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