Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What goes up but never comes down?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?