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A wind suddenly blew here one day Its color a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach It appeared unexpectedly and Softly stroked my breast Softly, and then gradually It finished dyeing the depths of my breast In a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach It finished dyeing the depths of my breast You whom I love, what is the color of your breast?　　　I would like to know Are you aware that it has been dyed? The wind that dyed my breast Called to and awoke a wind of my own Invited by a sweet scent I call to and awake the wind Woken, the wind carries away Many feelings, to reach you Like the way you did it to me The wind dyes you from behind You whom I love, what is the color of your breast?　　　I would like to know If only I can dye you well Oh, wind　　　Where is your scent? Did you dye well?　　　Did you try? Letras de canciones Why do people use words Not knowing of a wind laden with meaning Blind to a colored wind Unaware of its drifting scent Even so, the wind continues to blow No matter how many times　　　That's right　　　No matter how many times To find out what color you are, and To dye you in my colors You whom I love, what is the color of your breast?　　　I would like to know Is it being dyed in my colors? The wind knows not of decay Because I want to be at your side Please, in a color that's solely mine... Oh, wind From Letras Mania