It is after you left that I understood the answer of your question. I was happy when I found out finally the answer. By myself. I would like you to know it. You can't You never will, I guess. Unless not mine. May be you could find your own. Or may be you could hear another person's version But not mine. It's fine to me. Anyway, I still wonder what could be the answer of the other question you made me. Why do we have to live if we could dream instead. We would feel the same you said.