Time passes but the smell of love remains
It burns in blood that runs throughout thy viens
It will disturb you with its sudden blow
Whatever you would do wherever you would go
It does not matter where you find a rest
True love is like a cat that longs to be caressed
It tastes like air it tastes like rain as well
But anyway we can't define its smell
And like no other smell it has no name
For love's a force that cannot be explained
But since this time you'll never be alone.
Life passes, but the smell of love lives on