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Cloud are passing want to touch and try to hold it Only feel just like cool wind it looks like a dense fog Sometimes I think what you are? then I decide you are nothing but my imagination I feel you from my heart but you have no existence at all You have no color, not any shape You do not make me crazy, make me brave Why do you touch me in my dream? Without you I can not think nothing, my life become dim You are my heart, you are my soul Except you I can not full fill my goal You are hot, You are cold Never leave you, want your hand to hold