Under the flying clouds, the home I thought I had forgotten spoke in my ears, telling me not to worry about the pain and fear. Halfway through, I was covered with memories and wind and sand.
Under the flying clouds<br>Thinking that the forgotten home is speaking in my ear<br>Tell me not to worry about the pain and fear<br>On the way, I covered myself with memories and sandstorms
Under the flying clouds<br> I thought my forgotten home was talking in my ear.<br> Tell me not to worry about the pain and fear<br> On the way, I was covered with memories and sand.