The wind is in my hair
It's like my hair is moving with the wind.
When Neflite saw my hair in the wind
He said, your hair is lovely in the wind to me and so I was happy.
The wind is something that we can't see,
But we can feel it.
The wind goes by us and we will feel it go by us.
The wind is so lovely,
But we can't see it at all.
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