April.

𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹,

The cruel moon has come after waiting, carrying cold raindrops. Spring came with a bone-chilling cold wind. Everyone was waiting for his presence hoping that there would be happiness there. Although everyone knows, that he might just repeat all the bad things that have happened.

Don't forget hope. He will come even though we don't know when he will meet us, He is always there. Bringing up a meaningful speck of happiness. In this scary world, what else can we hope for but happiness?