Sometimes I feel like going to the woods forever,
With only the nature there,
Sometimes I feel like being alone utterly,
Like the eagle in the infinite sky flies being haughty.
Sometimes I feel like daydreaming,
I being the King,
In my own utopia,
Where there will be neither any Iago nor Ravana.
Sometimes I feel like embracing you for eternity,
Feeling your sweet, fragrant breath in glee.