The Clouds

The clouds are floating freely above the sky,

Are you finding something that you can rely on?

Maybe,

It’s just something which can never end in the sky.

You are always fluxing,

No one can really understand you,

But who knows,

You may look strong,

Yet you are actually weak inside.

People look up the sky when they are sad,

Those unhappy feelings are transferred to the clouds above,

You are carrying more and more burdens,

At last,

The feelings burst out,

But no one can see,

The tears in your heart.

The colours of clouds are serene,

Why does the sky consist of only two colours?

The depression of blue,

Is to match with,

The sadness of white.