the spring where the flowers bloom and aroma of english dawn gardenia floating around and diffuse in the air, the spring where camera shutters can be heard every corner in the garden,to capture the aesthetic memories. The spring where oxygen feels fresher than before, nothing as compared to summer. The spring where it calms frantic hearts. The spring where we both hide under the oak tree from the harmful uv rays, and the leaf fell gracefully on your shoulder.

The spring where I realized; You bloom harder than the flowers.