It was raining yet it was perfect weather; the wind rustling through the trees. I was standing solemnly looking at her hair, which was rambling in the air. It seems wind stopped there momentarily to play with her hair. With which, the struggle, she tried to keep her hair intact with her hands. The sight by the edge of cliff. I see only yellow from that point and I wished to write about her but after a moment I realized that I was so mesmerized by the sight of her struggle with her hair that I don't even bother to look at her face. A faceless Girl.