Top Note: Orange Flower
Body Note: Rose
Base Note: Orchid
It was a blooming season, where orange blossoms gives a little sweet and green fragrance in the air.
He tilted his head and looked at my with his glowing eyes, with a husky voice he whispered to me, "I love you"
My flished face was like a delicate rose, and my heart leaped.
Memories are like the purest orchid, with an endless aftertaste.
Let's embrace a memory, walk on the flower path, and sink in the past that blooms and falls.