Perfume

The wind blowing against my face
I don't have any choice in refusing it
You are a moment that never grinds to a halt
The bigger the world
I only request one thing
I am no better than one of your fingertips

The stronger you love, it is a parabola
You get closer again
You're just letting my feelings down

I have already gotten used to
Your branded perfume smell
Your promise
Cheaply floats around my ear
I have already gotten used to
Your fascinating perfume smell
It is only affection
It casually and slowly scatters
And gradually disappears

Your smell
If it can remain a little bit
I can more or less keep in mind the feeling of sweetness
Your smell
If it is blowing against my face
At least I still can guess how far happiness is away