What does it mean to reach out to the sky and frame a cloud?

This cloud is my hometown far away. The weather seems to know my heart, and the wind and rain are tangled with changes, such as the tangled heart of life, the wandering heart and the missing heart.

Reach into the sky, and the sky is covered with a quiet filter. There is no cicada singing in the ear, and the curtain hangs its head and says nothing. Holding your hand and growing old with your son, there is nothing to say. When you look back, the past is gone.