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.
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