Fu ~~~~~~ Surrounded by scent Fu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the scent and become intoxicated FU~~~~~~~ FU~~~~~~~ In whispers of the storm, the sacred scent, Patchouli's deep embrace, elegantly bent. Veils of iris whisper through the air, Touch of vetiver, fresh beyond compare. In this dance of life and splendid fear, Nature's raw power draws us near. ah send solo Heart's abyss, where sacred songs resound, In the storm’s eye, where truths are found. Oh, scent of storm, on you we ride, Patchouli's glow, our hearts confide. Life and beauty in your breeze, Carry us where you may please. Connection deep, from earth to sky, In storm's clutch, our spirits fly. A paradox of fragile human frame, With nature’s might, forever untame. The noble iris, wrapped in woody lore, Mystery and awe in its core. From roughened nature’s inspired muse, Comes the scent that we choose. Oh,Sing the storm, oh fragrance bold, In every note, life’s stories told. From dawn till dusk, we breathe you in Patchouli’s magic on our skin. Drawn to the depths of your rich allure, Near the heart, feeling pure. Oh,Storm’s parfum, oh carry on, Through night's dark to morning’s dawn. Your essence stirs the life we dream, In every breath, a new theme. Oh,Sing the storm, oh fragrance bold, In every note, life’s stories told. From dawn till dusk, we breathe you in, Patchouli’s magic on our skin. Outro As the storm fades into light, Your scent lingers, holding holding tight. And gently and gracefully envelops you In its trail, we find our path, Life's beauty in aftermath. it is a parfum d'orage fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ fu~~~~~~~~~ Oh,Storm’s parfum, oh carry on,
