Here I feel the touch brought by the real number solution.
Ripples of two souls now have reached our double slits.
Casting stripes of light and dark in the world as days and nights.
You set me free under the sun.
I fly your cradle dreams to the moon and back.
A worm will turn into a butterfly,
before one can answer "who am I".
After the ice turns into water,
the sea I hang upside down will be your sky.