Remember?

Sometimes, a wish so pure
Sparkles from me to you.

Sometimes, a dream so dear
Lives, from year to year.

The heartfelt passions
And fantasies unforgotten;
Glorious wonders,
Magnificent treasures;
All living soundly
In our mentality.

Sometimes, they come true
Not only for me, but for you.

Sometimes, they are forgotten
Sadly, left old and rotten.

Those pretty scenes of grasses
And the fields with castles,
Ballrooms with gowns and dresses
Even white perfumes and tresses,
That we long for
Forever more.

Sometimes, we dream of such fantasy
Yet, why is it lost with reality?