Touching the white clouds is a comfort.
Walking is the power of air.
Wuthering Heights is a passionate love for the wilderness.
A long hiss lingered in the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, this is eternal life.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
The wind said I was a ghost in the sky.
The wind said I was the god of war on the plateau.
Listen to the wind, listen to the wind, listen to the wind.
The wind said to wait for the wind, waiting for you.