⸙ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ'ˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵃᵐ⸙
Some things are like snow. Beautiful but Fragile. A small touch and it disappears into nothingness. A thick layer of snow, covering your doorstep, stopping you from going out; one day it will melt away when the sun shines again, scattering its warm rays again. The same snow, same thick layer, helping the snowman stand firm outside your doorstep; one day it will melt away, getting dissolved with the watery snow, flowing down the road in small streams. Whether the snow stays or not, the clock is still ticking away. From winter to spring and summer to autumn, It will never stop. So, why should 'you' stop? Keep walking, because spring is not far away from winter.
