Iab Love But Not Have Perfume, Delicate And Long-lasting Fragrance,

"The Fragrance of the Last Row" His seat is the last arc of the classroom Light passes through the glass and melts into gold foil at the tips of the hair I folded a paper butterfly and wrote "I like you" on it. But when on duty, I found it sleeping soundly In her textbook - the footer is pressed down A line of small characters: "Forever like" Nowadays, every time I unscrew that bottle of "unrequited love" Lemons and citrus fruits crumbled into fine mist It's just like when she was flipping through books back then The soft sound of the fingertips rubbing against the paper Those memories that were crumpled and flattened The folds still carry the warmth of chalk dust It turns out that the dullest knife is a secret love I can't even afford the right to be jealous There was a whole fine sky in her eyes And I even want to hide my shadow The gap between the desk and the back of the chair When the wind lifted the window screen, I suddenly understood Youth is a bottle of unfinished fragrance The top note is the light from the tips of her hair The middle note is the sound of broken wings on a piece of paper The backtone is all that has not been said In the passage of time, slowly Brewed with lemon flavor -- Love unrequited