Perhaps the world was never supposed to be gentle and soft, but yet, flowers still grow under the harshest skies.

Somewhen, there is a tired soul waiting for spring, a trembling heart waiting for the warmth and a lonely star, wishing someone will look up at the night.

If only, someone can be a bit kinder, maybe the endless darkness will not swallow everything.

So, if someone finds a wounded wing of a bird, let it rest on someone's hand. If someone finds a wilting flower, water it. If someone finds a heart that forgets to smile, sit down with them under the evening sky.

Someone need not remind them it is not over, sometimes a bit of warmth is enough to tell them there is something beautiful in this world.

And maybe when someone's winter falls, I hope someone will stay beside them as well.

As even the moon, wandering alone on the sky, still deserves to be watched. ♡