SPRING HAS COME, MY DEAR

This morning, on the way to visit my dad,
I saw many swallows circling the green field.
Oh, swallows.
Spring has come!
No wonder the flowers and the leaves and the grass are dancing happily.
But, my dear,
My dad had died before I had a chance to give him a little spring.
And the spring of my life has not yet come.
Anyway,
I should be happy together with the nature's happiness.
And I am also happy
every time I think of somebody
that every time she smiles at me,
I feel a spring breeze.

Hoang Hai Ho