[Intro / 前奏] (Low and lazy bassline, accompanied by a cool midnight jazz guitar, like the dim, seductive lighting of a late-night room) [Verse 1 / 主歌一] In the corner of the drawer, a dusty track and field award, Tells a story of a flying youth, proud and fast-forward. Now he takes his clothes away, stepping to the bathroom sound, In the mirror, curves of time are softly growing round. I walk up from behind and wrap my arms around his waist, Gone are the athletic lines that time could not erase. Yet his breath is mixed with cedarwood and a trace of sweat, That’s a mature man’s safe harbor, a scent I won't forget. [Chorus / 副歌一] He says time traded his track medals for a little belly today, Yet I adore this soft side of him, letting his guard away. No longer that stubborn boy who only fought to win the race, This warm and cozy embrace is my sweetest resting place. His natural scent is like fine wine aged by the passing year, A tiny bit of weariness, making my heart sincere. Buried deep inside his shoulders, wide and warm and true, Even the air is beating with a rhythm made for two. [Verse 2 / 主歌二] Late at night he comes back home, with sweat upon his brow, That’s a working man’s texture, I love it all right now. With a smile he pinches my cheek, complaining pants are tight, I just find this clumsy sweetness melting all my fight. Once I used to love the lines when he was running fast, Now I crave this cozy warmth that’s grounded at last. Time took away his sharp edge, proud and standing tall, Into his scent of manhood, the deepest warmth let fall. [Chorus / 副歌二] He says time traded his track medals for a little belly today, Yet I adore this soft side of him, letting his guard away. No longer that stubborn boy who only fought to win the race, This warm and cozy embrace is my sweetest resting place. His natural scent is like fine wine aged by the passing year, A tiny bit of weariness, making my heart sincere. Buried deep inside his shoulders, wide and warm and true, Even the air is beating with a rhythm made for two. [Bridge / 桥段] (Music quiets down slightly, electric guitar slowly flowing, full of mood) People laugh at his weight gain, saying his glory days are through, Only I know all his passion and the duties that he drew, Are hidden in this lazy-looking hug so deep and wide, So warm, so heavy, with a love that can’t be hide... [Guitar Solo / 吉他间奏] (A sexy, hazy blues guitar solo, with a touch of tipsy romance) [Final Chorus / 终极副歌] (Female vocals pushing the emotion to a lingering, passionate, and obsessed climax) Who cares about track medals, or a middle-aged soft belly? In my eyes, he’s the most charming man to tell me! No more green and unripe youth, a deep sea of romance, This man polished by the world makes me lose my stance! His natural scent is my exclusive port of call, The deeper the night, the warmer he stands tall. [Outro / 尾奏] Turn off the light... Pillowed on your belly tight. The best smell in the world... Is the man of my night. (Music fades out perfectly)
