The story of an office lady who was very proud of her beautiful hair. It's so beautiful that she is the envy of all her friends, and their constant compliments intoxicate her. She gazes at herself in the mirror, never realizing that a tragic disaster awaits her. Is it jealousy or resentment that resides in her bewitching black hair?
It's not like I hang around 
them because I like them.
ليس وكأنّني أتسكّع معهما لأنّهما تعجبانني
Ich geb mich ja nicht
mit ihnen ab, weil ich sie mag.
Ni siquiera estoy con ellas
porque me guste.
Ni siquiera estoy con ellas
porque me guste.
Je ne traîne pas
avec elles par plaisir,
Non è che io le frequenti perché mi piacciono.
Nem vou com a cara delas de verdade.