RE: The Blue of Grief, The Gold of Memory: Spring

The same thing happened to me. I was crying while I was conducting my lesson. My student, who is a psychology teacher in her country, asked me why I am crying. I told her what happened, then she asked me if I wanted to cancel the class, and we will continue next time. I said no, I feel even better when I have someone to talk to. Spring will always be in our hearts, and we are still hurting until now. We deeply treasure the time, especially when we arrive home or when there were some people outside, and no one will warn us anymore.