i woke up beneath the clouds been a long time since i looked at them i observe how they move how each cloud has its unparalleled look how each cloud has its individual history grey and white clouds
the white clouds symbolize her presence white clouds are like her; gentle, without any defects she was that kind of story that kind of book in which you would die to be in
the grey clouds symbolize my longing grey clouds are like me; tempestuous, abrupt, unliked i was that kind of story that kind of book in which none would be fond of to be in
we were in that kind of story that kind of book in which everyone would die to be in i felt love at the first sight the time passed so did clouds the ones i've been looking at
i still go back to the times when we were together but i need to stop thinking about it now i'm afraid that our love will get more profound when we are departed that's the hardest part of being alone feeling your ghost in my empty room
i glance at the sky once again the clouds i've been observing have gone away from my vision now and she said; "i believe that there is love in holding and in letting go" "and it's time to let go" but i will never stop gazing at the sky