Different clouds share the same sky
Whether you see it or not
They are all clean smoke
Only the ground produces miasma and smoke
Clouds have only two styles: sparse and dense
One is azure sky, the other is a rainy outpost
Whatever the switch
It is noble
And its value lies in its flow
It flows silently through fields and wastelands
It flows gently through cities and oceans
It will not colonize any sky
Above the universe
It exists everywhere
It likes to accompany the wind
By blowing away the wind
Give you a clear sky
All kinds of corruption on the ground and underground
It has nothing to do with it
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