In this city, where the rains have just passed, I find myself reflecting on last December, nestled in a room heated by a cozy heater. The gentle hum of solitude surrounds me, creating a comforting embrace as I think of you. Your fragrance lingers in the air, intertwining with the whispers of the wind outside. It makes me wonder what air you breathe now and which rain you embrace in your world far away.

Wherever you are, my longing for you never fades. I recall our drives under a golden sky, the sun piercing through softly, illuminating the calm in your eyes. Those moments feel like a cherished dream, a beautiful escape that I hold close to my heart.

You and your scent create a perfect harmony, a treasure of memories that will always remain with me. What air do you breathe now? Which rain do you hold close to your heart? These questions swirl in my mind, echoing the distance between us.

No matter where you are, my yearning for you endures, serving as a bittersweet reminder that love, though distant, is a flame that never dies. I long for you—always and forever, as the echoes of our shared moments resonate within me, guiding me through the quiet nights and the bustling days.