My movements were so slow.We didn't talk much and it's never enough.Sometimes I trust in my self-righteous I could even do suicide,I got a grip,left the room of sunshine.It was such a hot noon when we slept in the cave,everybody is leaving.The box,the big box.The bag,the huge bag.The scar,the tiny scar.The woo la la la la la,I dont even know it's coucou or kaka.