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?
Why did they think I cut it?
لمَ ظنّتا أنّني قمتُ بقصّه؟
Warum dachten die,
ich hätte sie geschnitten?
¿Por qué habrán pensado que me lo corté?
¿Por qué habrán pensado que me lo corté?
Perché hanno pensato che li avessi tagliati?
Por que disseram que eu cortei?