A close up of a walkway with lanterns hanging from it

Chinese spices and meditation perfumes。 It smells sweet on the wrist。 Fingers intertwined and body temperature rises、The scent changes。 Memories that have been dropped make my brain tremble。 Shuttered Street。tunnel。The smell of sewer。Red amaryllis。 Eventually, they will be burned and collected to become a story。 No loneliness, no desire、Quiet road。 I'm sure you're tired。Mistaking it for kindness。 I'm sure I'll get my hands on it someday。 Sparklers fall quietly in honor of grace。