One finger smells the scent of tobacco and expresses hopeless love.
Love is like the smoke ring blown out of your mouth, pure white and misty, the cold eyes of infatuation are full of circles, so beautiful and calm, just touch it and it will be gone.
Smoke is intoxicating, smoke is intoxicating.
Who turned time into rosemary incense, curled up in your hair, wrapped around my heart, and with just one glance, it was the end of the world.
Concept: Love is a circle that goes around, with you as the center and love as the radius.