Seasons remembered softly After days of heat that made silence ache, the rain came—not loud, but like someone who knows you’ve waited. It didn’t ask questions, just touched skin like a long-forgotten lullaby. The sky looked tired, too. Maybe we both needed that exhale. 然后，第一场雪飘落， 不是为了惊艳， 只是轻轻地，像记得你喜欢安静。 The world turned slow, and white, and strangely kind. I stood still, as if someone might tuck a wish into my pocket. And somewhere, beneath all the sleep of winter, a green thread curled into being. Small, almost afraid to be noticed— but alive. 春天从不高声宣布， 它只是悄悄地，回来了。 Some things return without asking for applause. And some feelings— they wait, like seasons, to be remembered softly. --------- I'm sorry that for various reasons, I wasn't able to post here for last few days. I'm late, I know, but I wish you can feel it through my words ☺️