Clouds,come to my town.

Clouds,come to my town.

O,clouds come to my town,
covering with black vest
then shed your blessings
from heaven to down.

All the living beings will be grateful
and the earth will be prospered.
The dust particles will be subsided.
Atmosphere will be cool.

Flowers will toss their heads.
The leaves will moist their surface.
The birds will drench in delight
and the babies will croon from the nests.

Let you come to my town
and revolt against the atrocities of the sun,
with the sounds of trumpet and silvery crown.