Clouds carry me to the sky every morning.

Have you ever dipped your hands in a cloud?

Thunders don’t hurt as much as you’d think.

Clouds are whatever you make them out to be.

Hear my heart through the acoustics of the sky...

Just like the Sun, I hide behind the clouds.

When memories become too heavy for the clouds to carry...

...I am the one that rains down from the clouds.