L'Heure Bleue Guerlain Eau de Parfum

The much too hot and arid summer is coming to an end, just as everything is finally coming to an end on this confused grotesquely cold world, but the cold, the envy, the resentment, the hatred, the unfriendliness, the greed and the egoism among the people, who have visibly become our everyday life, is and remains infinite. I don't recognize this world.
I'm standing here under an autumn tree, shaken and tormented by icy north winds, with golden shimmering leaves raining down on me... a gentle golden autumnal slumber... Taking a deep breath from you, I turn my gaze towards the horizon and let dark, heavy clouds float along my field of vision, decorated and interwoven with fine, light, cobweb-like marbling, and I cannot really believe that such colossally gloomy, heavy, large clouds have chosen the infinity of heaven as their home of freedom; while I am here thinking of you, losing my thoughts in the rain of leaves under this tree, standing on a small spot of earth, I see my soul lingering..i wish you could hear me now, ...i count seconds, minutes that become hours, days, years and are coming to an end, and a barely noticeable cheerful smile around the corners of my mouth makes me suspect that i have grown fond of this count...i who would never have been able to fathom the meaning of numbers and numbers. You should see me, well, ...and I count...one, two, three...I'm close to you...drowning in deep blue......