Ghala, this is the scent of blooming fresh orange, mixed with the luxurious musk, with the velvet and silky touch of roses filling in between, evoking the luxurious moments when I’m with you.

Break autumn, grey and subdued leaves falling, swayed by the cold wind to let go, so that life might grow instead. Yet all withering and nothing is born anew.

What life wants to be born into a colored world? But then, you smile in a brust of color and everything earns its hue. Soaring towards you, racing to reach you and i soar the fastest for my soul yearns for only you. I race to you, and when i win the world will be became a vibrant fresh and flowers will brust, painting the world with life. Because you are life itself.