My cloud rains upside up, my cloud hides its shadow.
The flower I hold is withering away, the flower might not bloom today or any other day.
If I show my tears, if I cry in their face, will it vanish in air?
If I stop lying, if I stop the smiles, will it dry up?
The waiting for someone to see eats me, the someone might not love me one day or any other day.
My cloud rains upside up, my cloud hides its shadow.
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