meiko nakahara fantasy

Love is a prismatic fantasy, And so it’s possible to be born anew The past is a revolving door following you around, The night is a prismatic fantasy, Shining upon the two of us with its seven colors. marc tower of fantasy And now, in the embrace of new arms, we’re dancing. marc tower of fantasy Escaping the glamorous city, the car skids, The hearty lights adorned with stars