A little sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west, And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the mountain's breast A little love, a little trust, A soft impulse, a sudden dream, And life as dry as desert dust, Is fresher than a mountain stream.
Gaara: Can Sasuke come out to Die? Kakashi: Not Now. Gaara:. . . . . . . . . . . . . Gaara: How 'bout now?