
“The love spring comes with a bright sound, and sprinkle his flesh upon the groves; a thousand thousand birds weigh in air, and celebrate him with loud joy.” – Theodor Storm, 1818~1888.
“The love spring comes with a bright sound, and sprinkle his flesh upon the groves; a thousand thousand birds weigh in air, and celebrate him with loud joy.” – Theodor Storm, 1818~1888.