I woke up to the smell of a brilliant scent…
The air light and timid…
I keep staring at that engrave against your forehead…
It’s complicated to ask…
Asking questions never applies to this…
I woke up to the smell of your brilliant scent…
Set aside all our regrets…
The room is spinning…
Hearts are trembling…
Time is stopping…
Throats are closing…
I woke up to the smell of this brilliant scent…
It doesn’t seem so complicated to ask…
But what is this wonderful scent?
