Who's this kid I'm holding?! Why's there a mask on my face? I hate masks. They send steam all over my face and it's too hot.

Romerus was holding her waist, in the most romantic way too. The horse they were riding had been sent to a gallop. Her golden brown hair flew with the wind; he was surprised it didn't whip at his face.

Well, I have to admit, wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, it's quite something.

Soon, the horse came to a stop. They got off and went for a stroll. She was holding his hand, a pretty smile spread on her face as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes.

I'm stuck in the middle of a flower field. OH! The stench! I hate flowers.

Polla let go of his hand and started running, backwards at first, she smiled playfully and with those perfect slender fingers, she beckoned to him. Romerus let out a sigh and smiled at the ground. Her face was shining too much.

Hurry! Why are you staring at the ground? She's calling you.

Time slowed. Somehow, butterflies appeared on the scene. Be it in his stomach, her stomach, or the meadow, they just suddenly seemed to have burst from their cages. It was too programmed.

Somehow...I find myself... Is this love at first sight? It's probably just a dream. Who cares. I'll fall...nothing will happen because it's all just a dream. Still...I can't help but wish this dream would never end.

There, in the middle of a flower field, when he was running to her, and the butterflies were fluttering everywhere, he decided that he really liked her. But when he caught her, and the sun began to set, making her face glow even more, he decided that he didn't just like her. He loved this girl in this fantasy.

To this crazy world, I love you. To this fantasy, I love you too. But... to this wonderful girl, I love you the most. So, don't stop, don't ever wake me up. I don't care if I never wake again. As long as I have her with me.

They laughed, played, teased. They did all the most fun, romantic things.

It's definitely a dream. It's sad, because that means I'll wake up.

Even when the sun has set, she's there, lying on his lap, playing with a butterfly.

This cute girl...has stolen my heart. Too bad she's in a dream. I'll never see her in reality. I'll never love her like I can. So to this fantasy, this magical world....I beg you never to stop.

The moon rises and casts her lovely beams upon the couple. They're not sleeping...they're talking...about funny things, sad times, happy moments. It was too programmed, but it was programmed to make them fall in love.

So to this crazy world, I'll do anything...to stay for one more day, one more year, or....eternity. I'm so senseless...falling in love in a fantasy...I know, but even then...to this crazy world...I'll beg.