That’s why it’s called fantasy.
‘Cause it happened before.
It’s the reason for fantasy.
‘Cause it’s too fantastic.
It might happen again.
‘Cause it shouldn’t happen.
That’s why it’s food of my life
‘Cause it’ll survive my death.
My fantasy will die with me, won’t it?
My fantasy seems to have its own life.
Why don’t I give more power to my fantasy? Then,
It might become a reality someday, which
Is a fantasy too….