I went to a fairyland,

Everything was so unreal,

But I knew it was true.

Someone suggested me to take a ride.

Then I asked,

'Will it bring me back to middle age?

Or will it bring me back to the forbidden city?' He kept silence.

Few seconds later,

He said softly,

'To be or not to be, it's always your choice.'

One circle..two..three..

Let me wander around,

With no purposes, no excuses to be free.

Wind was clean and fresh.

Look at those swirling lights and dancing trees.

I didn't care where it would take me.

As I was glad to be here,

Waiting for a miracle appear before me.

No! The music stopped. 

The end of the ride, 

I had to get off,

The light , the trees were still there,

Standing quietly.

I used to enjoy the ride, but now I know it's just too good to be true.

I left the horse,

Mumbling...

'Woe is me, if we're not careful turns into reality.'....