Be the wind
How does it feel hug her when she leaves,
Touching her cheeks, lift her hair, be so strong?
How does it feel when she's breathing
and make me long for her lips?
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Shun: (thinking) the wind is the luckiest of the world; the wind is a part of Alice’s life.
Dan: Shun, are Du OK? Oh let me know you’re thinking in Alice again, right?
Shun: Du don’t mind, but... Don’t Du think the wind is luckiest?
Dan: Luckiest? Ok, Du are scaring me
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