Lyrics of "song in the clouds" by milk monkey

At the end of the dream, there is nostalgia,

At the end of the road, the wind blows.

Whistling, daring to stay,

How can we get to the intersection of life,

No more roaring,

It turns out that we can't control it.

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home

At the end of the road, the wind blows.

Whistling, daring to stay,

How can we get to the intersection of life,

No more roaring,

It turns out that we can't control it.

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home

The end of the dream, can't turn back,

I'm still so quiet,

No matter how much waiting, it's just staying at home