Somewhere, beyond the mirror
Somehow, beneath the illusion
Something, there in the reflection
Where the light becomes naughty and builds rainbows
Is told to be a sweet place, where your tears are apple juice, where the ground is made of chocolate and the flowers turn into lollipop.
Where is ... it?
Somewhere, over the rainbow. It´s named Candy Island.
( Mum, I´m afraid of Bitterland. I don´t like nightmares. Don´t worry. Don´t be afraid. Try to close your eyes, and have sweet dreams. )