A small cloud fell The white mist arrives at the ground My mits comfort me with happiness Vegetating in one it will detail The only together remaining portion in return My eyes donate until being red I imagine sounds Of insects they are not true I lie down in return It seems that I found something new Lying in my bed I find that I was left of side I imagine I somebody I find that it is you You are so close My body starts to grow Why 1+1 is 2?