Dream divertisement, a memory of a world of morning mist in an illusionary world. :This present transient world, puts it on crumbling sand. :A fabricated dream, its history of an ancient mystic world :Daylight, puts it into town going dirty.
(Dawn is about to come. The night in this phantasmal fog will be over. I played with the children in the fantasy world. All of the kids looked really happy and were smiling.)
Is it an illusion, or a castle on sand? :'Till daybreak, this dream is, a butterfly dream.
(...When was the last time I've seen children smiling so? Mysterious songs that I've never listened to; mysterious dances that I've never seen. Maybe there was a festival today. I thought I also always wanted to in such a country where I can see this kind of smile on these children.)
Dream divertisement, with the conspicuous color of an illusionary scarlet mansion. :This present transient world, puts it on a cold-hearted stone. :Daydream's, its fairy tale of an ancient beautiful capital. :Daylight, puts it into town going dirty.