One day a woman got a bottle of perfume as present from a friend which was not an acquainted to her. It was just a small common pink bottle even without any label or trademark on it, and the woman knew that was perfume only because that passing by friend said, It smells nice.

The woman already got many costly bottles of perfume and all smelled great, so her just put it on a table and engaged in other things soon. She didn’t notice it for a long time until one morning she happened to be in depressed and see the small bottle, and she casually took it, open it and, yes, like all the surprise going, she found that smell was so unique and wonderful, even she couldn’t find a word to describe the feeling, anyway, the smell was just so match her.

Then the woman began to cherish it just like it was the most precious thing, but at the same time, she found  after so long time ignored, the perfume already evaporated much, nearly 1/3 was empty which made the woman so regret and sorry for it.

Then in the following days, the woman began to use that perfume everyday, and on each clothes she put on. She gave a name to the perfume herself, Desire, because it made her so excited and refresh in every moment just like desire did to her.

While the perfume was decreasing,  her desire for it grew stronger and stronger, or to say, greedy, she want to find the producer and get more bottles of it, ten, dozen, no, better many bins of it, as much as the beer. But, unfortunately, she couldn’t find the man who presented the perfume to her any more and she asked many people around or far, no one knew where he left for; then she showed the perfume to many experts, while still no one got a clue what kind of perfume it was.

The woman was in desperate for a long time. She couldn’t concentrated on anything and even fell lost the meaning of life.  She was kind of a perfect-like person, but now she fell she got in some dead end.

Anyway, the life needs to going on. Finally after some struggle and grew up, she decide to eyes front. So she moved on in life and still used the left perfume, and each time, carefully, very little. She still treated it as precious, even more precious than before, but she was in a ease.

In order to add the story a happy ending, so the romantic version is like this: one day, in a park, or bank, or on the street, a thin and quiet man came to the woman, with a unfaltering look and said,

I want to know you, because the perfume you wear was created by my grandpa long ago.

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At the last but still important, in the story, the perfume is just like our life, how the woman treated the perfume is somehow like how we treat our lives in the process of growing.

Wish we could get to and stay in ease for long time and enjoy each one’s happy ending, hehe, no matter what kind of version, you create it.