You stand in the clouds and I look up to you.
You said: "Your smile is as beautiful as the sky."
I laughed, because only in this way can I get closer to you, because only the sky and the white clouds are very close.
You said: "You are like a naughty child who doesn't know how to work hard."
I laughed, picked up the book immediately, and looked at you aggrievedly.
Then, you laughed too.
You said: "If I stand on the clouds, then you must be closest to the end of the sky."
I laughed, but my heart cried, because the closest thing to the end of the sky was not white clouds.
You say: "The person standing next to me will not be you, because you will stand taller."
I smiled and then left. I know that now I can only look up at you like this, looking up at you in the clouds.
Did you know? I don't laugh anymore because you are too far away from me, because the sky without white clouds will be lonely.