【原创文学】To my Fantastic Dream(6) Only in one’s dream can he be truly free, Why I dreamed so hard but still can not fly to thee? Peering at thee from the distant apogee, Deep sorrow makes me sick and I wanna flee. Mad, Sad and abandoned as me, Illusion is no difference than a killing barley-bree. That’s why I decided to forget it indeed But, before I tear off all these, Let me write down some lines To the Fantastic dreams of a KID.