It’s like:
Jumping into a dark mountain stream
From windy, hot night,
Strolling out on a summer season,
Into a sunny morning,
Returning to my nipa hut
Cooking my long missed breakfast,
And bath in a nearby brook,
Stepping out and climbing the high mountains
To see the greatest of view
For the first time, I’d like
To picture it in my mind,
And develop it in my heart,
That for all times I remember
The glories of go outing,
And stepping into the unknown,
Of beauty that’s indescribable
Unto heights of different levels,
And know the might of viewing
The best that sight can offer,
As I enjoy the breath-taking show,
Just as a twinkling of my eye,
A step away from the ordinary
Step, out, step, in, gaming stepping out.

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