Warm memories that the moon reminds me.

When I look at the moon, I touch on memories of a long time ago. The moon is a bridge. To connect two distant hearts. Everyone knows that fact. I’m just too busy to forget. But when I feel lonely and painful, suddenly look up at the sky and remember. And with tears, my chest gets warm. The spirit of the child is coming back.

--- And butterflies are incarnations of children.