I think you know me when you walk past me
and your eyes meet mine for a second
when I revel in your handsome face.
something knowingly coquettish in your eyes.
I think you understand my secret desires
toward a man, oh I think you understand well,
That’s why you slow your steps
so I can catch the sweet perfume of your body
– the scent of a lavender blooming early.
Suddenly you stop and look back to me,
Oh Memory, whatever moment you have to capture,
capture now, before the rushing traffic takes him away.