fresh flower, speaker, sound of wave, wing, bed, pillow
鮮花, 喇吧,海浪聲, 風, 枕頭, 床
I have a great fear of hotels
They are like relics
Whenever I get into the room, I can always inhale the clues and scent of the people who passed through
Suddenly I realized after I leave, everything about “Me” will become a scent as well…
Will there be anyone who can sense my existence?