Fluffy clouds up in the sky,
They are emotional, don't ask me why?
They laugh, they play
Like kids with the clay.
They roar, they cry
They show tears, they aren't shy.
They also smile
In bright-colours bow shaped that not rests for a while.
Fluffy clouds up in the sky,
They are emotional, don't ask me why?
They laugh, they play
Like kids with the clay.
They roar, they cry
They show tears, they aren't shy.
They also smile
In bright-colours bow shaped that not rests for a while.