А я к тебе хочу

Love here is like spring, which suddenly breaks through the gray asphalt with the first green shoots. Everything around is filled with light, as if even the wind becomes soft and tickles your hair instead of knocking you off your feet. In such feelings, there is no place for winter and gloomy forecasts - only flight, only the sun in your eyes and endless “koi”. Simple, like a song around a campfire, and just as stubbornly warm - even when the night is not yet over.