There’s a story to be told
 It’s about something that flows slow
 The place we all finally will go
 That’s the cloud in the sky – “Our Soul”
 
 We all have to play a role
 We won’t know until we are old
 When the day comes, the answer will show
 Then we will be a child waiting to get old
 
 We are getting old
 No longer be a child
 Losing faith
 Losing soul
 ‘Cos we are old
 
 When we’re born, we start a cycle
 A cycle of getting old
 And we die we only have our soul
 Then we will find many choices we haven’t choose
 
 Once I feel regret
 Wanna start life again
 Our soul will transform to someone’s tears
 All the tears flowing to the sky
 
 Be a cloud
 Be a crowd of cloud in the sky
 Going to fall again
 When the cycle ends
 And why we can’t say goodbye (to our lives)