Mis lugu on võililledega maikuu värskerohelises rohus? Miks nad mind alati nii sügavalt puudutavad? Nagu tahaks mingi ammune mälestus esile tõusta. Ajast, mil kõik, mis oli, lihtsalt oli. Ja selle olemise olemus oli lihtne rõõm.
What's about the dandelions in the freshgreen grass in May? Why do they touch me so deeply? Like some far memory is trying to rise up. From the times when all that was, simply was. And the essence of this all was simply a joy.
