I walked around alone in my shoes.

A hill brought by the breeze.

How would you feel if it went over?

Shoes are not shoes.

I wear them like shoes these days.

He's tired even when he's in the wind.

If you go over the hill,

You'll feel refreshed.

On the way down, the cool breeze...

We might meet again.

I've been there countless times.

In front of your old house.