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)