Nothing in this world are as changeable as clouds.
They seem congenitally unable to stay the same: one moment, it's a foreboding darkness. .
The next moment, it's all clear and bright.
But the next moment, it threatens to be engulfed by mist and fog.
and the next again, it's all wisps and shades of white.
They can billow and merely float.
They rise up, and pushes upward.
But they can be split by trees.
and hang over the whole territory.
They seem to be coming from all directions, and going into all directions.
We can never predict what they'll be doing the next second.
whether they'll continue to rise up
or drift away from us
They can take all kinds of shapes.
but seldom will they stay the same.
They can be split by rocks
or hover over them.
They can run into each other.
and turn one into another
They can shoot out in all directions.
But whatever they do, they'll always be above us and shall forever be affected by their moods.What do clouds care about regional boundaries, national boundaries, one country, two systems or many countries, multiple systems?