Here, the lover is feeling the existence of his beloved in the fragrance of a gardenia blossomed in his garden.
Smell, smell it unhesitatingly the fragrance of your gardenia
Blossomed in the garden of my life
Yet, till now I am like before living in the fragrance of your existence
But there’s nothing but little tremor now and then
Only you never understand
Authentic love saturated with tears can ever be lost?
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