I thought I would feel better.
I thought I will feel pleased.
Crushing souls and showing off...
Might and beauty, what everyone would lust for...
But it feels sad.
A giant titan in a land of flowers,
Breathing fire and shooting lightnings.
Even as he is just wants just a flower.
What can he do if  he is burning the field?
Only the great oak,
Standing lonely in the field,
Will comprehend him.