Lyrics of Xia Tongzi's "cloud on cloud"

Suddenly think of the cloud on the cloud

The train whirled round and round

Who is the pole at the top of the hill

Above and above is what I want to be

When the typhoon comes, the sky is always beautiful

Under the back Miscanthus stabs pain, the huge cloud in the tower top row

Without a trace, a man of sound and power is clumsy

There are only a few things you can have in life

Imagination seems to be dead

Suddenly think of the cloud on the cloud

The train whirled round and round

Who is the pole at the top of the hill

Above and above is what I want to be

In the city, the morning glow is rare and mediocre, only with a glimpse of the evening glow

Eyes timid, floating light and color in the sky falling

Silent as the last days

The temperature is like peeling off a layer

There is only a moment of joy left in life

What you see will fade

Finally understand the white dog

The color is not his shape, the wind is not his horse

The cloud is the most inactive person and forgets the fear of collapse

In the past, I still want to be the cloud on the cloud