Grandma told me that he turned into a white cloud in the sky, watching us all the time, and allowing us to see him when we raised our heads. So I can't cry because he is watching from the sky, and he will be sad when I cry. His sad tears turn into raindrops and hit me, falling into my heart. I don't want to be sad or cry, because I want to see him floating in the blue sky. This is my love in the clouds.