Colours of autumn.
Holidays at home.
Is it summer yet?
Winter is leaving.
Beautiful days when you least expect them.
Memories are never neutral, they are always better or worse than what they actually were.
Is Autumn really the Spring of Death?
Sometimes things are just beautiful the way they are, even if it’s just for a little while.
Never take anything for granted, not even the sun and the moon.
When you are little everything is easier and much more difficult.