It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before… — R.D. Blackmore Copy Share Image
“Spring will be here soon. Spring, the season I met you, is coming. A spring without you... ...is coming.” — Kosei Arima Copy Share Image
