There is no end, like rolling mountains, those towering peaks, standing there defiant and stubborn, aggressive.
I will climb up step by step until I reach the highest point, and then carefully peel off the clouds and mist wrapping the mountain to see clearly the other side of the mountain.
"The other side of the mountain" - how to say this clichéd, blunt and slightly fairy tale-like phrase?
In fact, the truth is not limited to this.