I am fond of dreaming,
The perfectability of every being;
To chase the loveliest form,
To make everything around me bloom;
I am running to the life's extreme,
I won't stop till I reach that dream;
Because I could find no contentment,
In things which was left in fragments;
I wanted to attain such beauty,
That can't be tainted by something ugly;
There is no way I would withdraw,
I am limitless so I could glow;
I am fond of dreaming...
To wake the world that's sleeping;
If there is such perfect entity,
Then I wanted that to be me.
*It's only a dream... But somehow, I really wanted to attain such.
