There’s a story to be told
It’s about something that flows slow
The place we all finally will go
That’s the cloud in the sky – “Our Soul”
We all have to play a role
We won’t know until we are old
When the day comes, the answer will show
Then we will be a child waiting to get old
We are getting old
No longer be a child
Losing faith
Losing soul
‘Cos we are old
When we’re born, we start a cycle
A cycle of getting old
And we die we only have our soul
Then we will find many choices we haven’t choose
Once I feel regret
Wanna start life again
Our soul will transform to someone’s tears
All the tears flowing to the sky
Be a cloud
Be a crowd of cloud in the sky
Going to fall again
When the cycle ends
And why we can’t say goodbye (to our lives)
Cloud