small
Girl's
dream
dream
keep
work
through
my
head
reflected
memory
about
long
Before.
make
exist
a
land
about
fairy
Legend has it,
a
place
my
heart
Long-term securities
for
So ...
incision
leave
from
this
rest
about
this
world
along with
Stream,
and
lawn
arrive
Roaming,
look
from
a
small
Girl's
Eyes,
a
place
that
will
always
be
home
a
place
where
berry; bacca
plant
wilderness
where
rabbit
and
squirrel
exist
see
where
a
raccoon
can
be
a
friend
and
deer
give an instrumental performance
downwards
pass by
this
Stream.
a
world
where
imagine
make
all
come
real
and
a
small
girl
can
be
a
queen
where
daydream
exist
spin
like
cobweb
but
a
world
where
all
fault
what
it
It seems so.
for
each
small
girl
have
arrive
grow
up
and
daydream
fragment
exist
your
Hands,
you
find
this
home
you
think
be
your
own
be
Nothing
but
a
simple
piece
about
Land.
this
flower
no
seemingly
arrive
flower
therefore
Bright,
and
fairy
Alternate juror summoning order
no
Longer
come
exactly,
for
it
be
see
at present
through
adult
Eyes,
no
Longer
this
world
that
you
I know.
but
Still ... somewhere
exist
this
hardworking
about
my
head
that
place
will
always
keep
from
all
those
memory
long
earlier times
arrive
call
I
hardworking
time
and
Here we go again.
A little girl's dream
A series of dreams passed through my mind,
Reminds me of a long time ago.
The promised land created in fairy tales,
It is the land that my heart yearns for very much.
There is no connection with other places,
There is a clear stream flowing there.
Stroll on the grass.
In the eyes of the little girl,
My home will always be there.
There are all kinds of wild berries there.
You can see rabbits and squirrels there.
Raccoons there can be my friends,
The deer there wandered around along the stream.
In the imaginary world, everything can come true,
Little girls can be queens.
But daydreaming seems to be twisted into a spider web,
Everything in the world is far from imagination.
Every little girl must grow up,
Daydreams are shattered in their own hands.
The home you find belongs only to yourself,
This is just a small piece of uncultivated land.
The flowers don't seem to bloom so brightly,
Fairy tales never come true.
From an adult's point of view, now,
It is no longer the land you are familiar with.
but ....
It will stay there forever.
Somewhere in my heart.
All past memories,
Wave me back many times.