When I was a child,
It's a flock of sheep that can't go home.
They are like me,
I miss the fragrance of grass.
Growing clouds,
That's a wave far from the shore.
Only the sound of the crowd,
But I can't touch my soft feet.
Today's clouds,
Always playing hide-and-seek with the city.
I looked up again,
They are also the vastness between heaven and earth.