Every child has a place to go
where the animals filled with cotton
start to dance to the melody
so sweet and innocent
When time goes by, the clouds darken
and so does the hearts of the angels
once light and white
But everyone still believes
in the backyard of fantasy
Even when we grow older
we’ll still fight for the land
we still see in our childish sleep
the one and only freedom key
Even when the truth is harsh
reality will never be a door
The rhythms will go on
and even with tears, we will smile
When time goes by, the sun will rise
we will believe in the backyard of fantasy
that we built with our own hands
day after day
