What a shame,
I’m gonna write about you again.
I prayed to God,
I hope my feelings for you will vanish
but then my fan smells like you,
your perfume—
your scent.
I keep thinking about your scent,
wouldn’t it be nice to have you as my scent?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have you?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have me as your scent?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have me?
I love that I smell like you,
your perfume on my neck.
Next time,
it could be your lips.
It’s addictive,
you’re addictive.
I feel somewhere someday,
if we fade away
I am gonna miss your scent.
I think somewhere someday,
because we will fade away
I will not forget about you.
How I want to have you as my scent.
I feel somewhere someday,
I cannot ever forget about your scent.
I guess my nose has become used to it,
just like how I fell in love with you.
I sense somewhere someday,
your scent will haunt me
and I will cry again.
I’ll make a perfume
where the bouquet,
I’ll add yours and mine.
What would be the smell of our scent together?
It must be the
fragrance of a dried rose in our favorite books.
You are such a sweet smell
and for your scent,
I will forever melt.
From down here,
I feel like the world is too big
and I am too small.
From up here,
I can see the city lights,
the lights . . .
it reminds me of someone's eyes.
Suddenly,
the wind blows
here in Sampaloc
and it has brought something.
Suddenly,
the air smells like you.
I wish you were here with me,
I wish you can stay.
Whenever I smell a guy’s perfume,
you’re the one I remember
and think about.
