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Riding all the way up, 

Riding to smell the jasmine flowers everyday, 

Sometimes, to see someone distilling the lemon grass. 

It's difficult to retain all the scents,  

All tend to fade away, 

Some still lingers but mildly, 

Some we preserve.

A mesh of stench and scent,

Everyday blues and laughs, 

Tormenting love, 

Sidewalks and pavilions, 

And You