Different clouds share the same sky
Whether you see it or not
They are all clean smoke
Only the earth produces miasma and smoke
There are only two styles of cloud that are sparse and dense
Leading to a blue sky, a rain outpost
No matter what kind of switch
It's all high
And its flowing is valuable
Quietly flowing through fields and wastelands
Gently flowing through cities and oceans
It will not colonize any sky
Above the universe
It's all there
It likes to be with the wind
By the wind
Giving you a sunny day
All kinds of corruption on the ground and underground
It has nothing to do with it
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