Scent.

Because I miss you and I don't see you.

Because I dream of you and I can't find you.

Because I remember you and it hurts.

From inside.

There is hell, inside me.

Destiny is on the run,

Like you.

I can't find your scent.

I look for it among people and it's useless.

You no longer exist,

You've gone somewhere.

And I don't know if I'm talking about,

A dead...

Or from someone alive.