...Huuuh

...I see, so you dyed it... that's such a waste...

...a waste, you say... what is?

Eh, I mean,

your hair was so pretty before.

You see, the wind was quite strong on the day of the entrance ceremony.

I only saw you from behind, but

I couldn't help but stare in awe. The wind blew your hair,

and I could see it blend with the sunlight.