Someone has written their sad story on every cloud in the night sky.
They did not tell that sad story to anyone else.
They wrote it by filling the quill pen of heart with tears.
As the sun sinks into the sea in the evening,
those clouds, which are blown by the evil wind,
will settle quietly in a limit that has not been in the sky before.
Those clouds will be dark and alone
and will float away unseen by anyone.
One day the sky will begin to thunder.
Then the stories written by many people with tears in the clouds
turn into rain and fall to the ground.
Singer: miyuru somarathna
Lyrics: dhammika hettiarachchi
Music: sahan weeraman
