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　　I, a cloud dotted under the blue sky, with little attention. Leisurely floating in the "ocean" that does not belong to me, floating, the sea is home, silent, no interest, want to come to the plain, go without words. Expanding my own wings in the sky, I am changing my mind, I just want to have my posture in every corner that I have left, and I have it.

　　I, in the fairyland of the world, there is no trouble here, no war, I want to live here like a lake. However, there are also undulating moments in the lake. It is impossible to always be a beat in life. I have encountered lightning and thunder. Although I was covered by dark clouds and blocked by lightning, I was always convinced that by lightning, I always believe that The sun will reveal a bright smile in the clouds, and will give us a beautiful world. Therefore, I struggled. I desperately drilled the whirlpool of dark clouds, drove the darkness away, and let the light reappear. Then, we sneaked away and walked out of this natural war, but no one remembered us.

　　Our cloud is the most natural landscape we have been accustomed to since ancient times. This may be the reason why we are not outstanding! But I firmly believe that we are still strong. Although humans only noticed our beautiful moments, they did not remember that the smoke they ignited by their hands had already infringed on our "city"; although humans used beautiful and gorgeous language to decorate our splendour, they did not remember our The world has also become turbid and ruined. But what can we blame? Seeing the constant war in the world, how many people have lost the world of soaring? How many people have lost their wings? How many people have lost the land that gave birth to life... Oh! Not only do we feel fear, but we also feel the pity and pity of stinging the heart. When can you let the light reappear in the world?