Into the season without love

Passionate thoughts are the seeds of stars, the only complaint is that spring arrived late, when the rhododendron and mountain flowers in full bloom, and I never want to not understand. Why? You have access to this deserted road and had the spring to tell a boring story, all of you refuse to be gentle, I like a devout nun, the calculation of the youth in the forehead. Alone memories, dreams started coming and going, and finally you and me, or does not love went into this season. Carefully cast the sickle, the harvest fell out of favor years.