When I look at people smoking in smoking areas, I feel like I am at the zoo. Lately, I have begun to think that, if I could, I would try quitting.
I wouldn't need to buy this new book if I could borrow it at the public library in my town, but it looks like it isn't available there yet.
I feel like I'd like to travel to the South Pole, even if I had to borrow money to do it.
If I could, I would like to be born again.
I am no Saigyo, but if wishes came true, I would wish to die in spring, under cherry trees in full bloom.) [Saigyo (1118-1190) is a famous waka poet and Buddhist priest who expressed in his poetry his desire to die under blooming cherry trees.]