Cloud: What a poor boy he is.
Sun : Hey, what are you doing? Move...!!
Cloud: Just a moment, Sun.
Sun : Many people dry their clothes.
Cloud: Don't be hot temper.
Sun : Yes, I am hot. People need my heat.
Cloud: (Laugh in heart)
Sun : Move...!!
Cloud: This little boy will suffer your heat.
Sun : No he doesn't. Come on, move..!!
Cloud: A moment, Guy.
Sun : Many people will blame you...!!
Cloud: They will blame you because you hide behind me.
Sun : So...!! Move away...!! Don't cover me..!!
Cloud: Okay, finish. This boy has got under the tree.
Wind : (Smiling)