Sera : Look at the mountain. This morning it looks very clean.
Mona : Yes, not like usual.
Sera : Where is the thin cloud (cirrus) which used to cover it?
Mona : (It) maybe hiding behind the thickness of the teak leaves.
Sera : Do you ever climb it up to the top?
Mona : I did, but only in my dream.
Sera : In your dream? How can you climb in the dream?
Mona : I walk by / with my thought through / passing dales / valleys and snow hills.
Sera : Wow. I am getting more difficult to understand what you mean.
Mona : Don’t care of it / Forget it. I just learn to make a poem / poetry.