In the days before going to bed,
I often take you to the outskirts of the cloud-covered grassland.
Here,
you are lonely,
and I am with the sky.
Time goes by,
the forest is a familiar smell.
foreign
to smoke the yellow hand medicine
to find each other instead of being close
sleeping on the cloud
usually when it's dark,
the cloud remembers all of us
sleeping on the cloud
she's you
