About 6 months have already passed since your death on one of the dangerous missions in which you, this time, failed/ coped. you had a favorite song that you sang every time you went camping and took your guitar with you. each of your comrades had this song playing in their heads... your gentle and soothing voice and the tinkling guitar, singing up the voices of your comrades, you decided to call it “Half Asleep”.. all this was recorded on video, which Simon watched every evening after a hard day .. tears well up in my eyes, and the lyrics of the song come out of the man’s mouth on their own.

-Under a soft blue sky I'm dreaming in my half-asleep In the weaving of shadows and rays of light About my love for you...

Oh, why don't I see you immediately? Oh, why don't I see you again?...