I plant tears

Onto the back of Mums hand.

But in Mums hand

Grows out the tickets to the zoo.

Thus， I chat with the little monkey

And say hello to the bear.

I plant tears

Into Grandpas beard.

Grandpas beard

Grows up to be a large banyan.

Thus， I hear the joyful twittering

From the lark and the thrush.

I plant tears

Onto Dads desk.

In Dads desk

Grows out a lot of pictorials.

Thus， I fight against the giant with one eye，

And look for the Treasure Island with Dad.

I believe

I am a cloud，

A cloud that can cry.

However， nobody knows

That I actually laugh in my heart

While I am crying.