Colouring the handkerchief that wipes the tears
The clouds moved towards the North
In a land far, far away
There has to be someone who is sadder than I
Oh, clouds, I shall hold on
The man wipes his tears
Oh, clouds, if you are willing to wipe his tears
His eyes would surely look like the skies
You are like a bouquet of white roses
Moving towards the South
You are like a present to a loved one
For those who loves traveling
Oh, clouds, you must reach here before sunset
Because petals will become red
Oh, clouds, your eyes are filled
With hundreds of tiny little flower bouquets
Oh, clouds
When the rain falls down to the city
You are surely between the rays of the sun
Oh, clouds
For that special someone
I am willing to drench myself in the cold rain
The clouds moved towards the North
In a land far, far away
There has to be someone who is sadder than I
Oh, clouds, I shall hold on
The man wipes his tears
Oh, clouds, if you are willing to wipe his tears
His eyes would surely look like the skies
You are like a bouquet of white roses
Moving towards the South
You are like a present to a loved one
For those who loves traveling
Oh, clouds, you must reach here before sunset
Because petals will become red
Oh, clouds, your eyes are filled
With hundreds of tiny little flower bouquets
Oh, clouds
When the rain falls down to the city
You are surely between the rays of the sun
Oh, clouds
For that special someone
I am willing to drench myself in the cold rain
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