Sometimes I feel I'm like a leaf carried by the wind.
Sometimes the wind is a breeze and sometimes is a storm.
But either way I'm just carried by it, without having control of things around me...
One day I wish to become that wind.
And once I'm the wind, I'll try hard not to be a storm,
But a breeze, so I can gently kiss people's cheeks.
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