The sense of smell, like the sense of taste, is full of nostalgia and impressions of the past.
I took a bite of a peach that tasted the same as before, and burst into tears.
Is it because of love? Or regret it?
In the haze of tears, I vaguely saw you when I was 18 years old, but as the tears fell, what was reflected was me at 35 years old.
Concept: mirror