Fantasy, by George Chow
Only when the rhythm tickles you and me's past.
Will you shy again the next time we meet.
Or just me see life as a fallin leaf.
Once again to wake up from a dream, a fantasy..
of how you might be the way to face life.
To open my eyes watch you linger in me.
To open my ears follow till the end.
Hope to see you again.. see you when i see you..
in the awakening ship that sailed long ago.