When sensing a certain scent I always remember a memory
Sometimes in a crowd, sometimes when someone passing by, and sometimes in a dream
The scent is the one once I had often breathed in
The scent is the very one once I found around me whenever he hugged me
It reminds me of his arms holding me tight,
his sigh making my body hot,
his whisper making me shiver,
and every moment I spent with him
still now, even after he left me
And the scent always almost makes my tears flow out
even in a crowd, even in front of someone, and even in my dream
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