Love Letter to You (VIII): Spring

I say that you are an April day on earth; laughter lights up the wind on all sides; light spirits dance and change in the light of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke of the april morning, the soft breeze blowing at dusk, the stars flickering inadvertently, and the drizzle sprinkling in front of the flowers.

That light, that Tingting, you are, the crown of fresh flowers you wear.

You are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of night and night.

After the snow melts that goose yellow, you are like; fresh budding green, you are;

Tender and joyful, the water floats the white lotus in your dreams.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow whispering between the beams.

You are love, you are warmth, you are hope,

You are the April day on earth!

--- Lin Huiyin "You are the April Day on Earth"

This performance can no longer continue. The hands pressed on the keys of the piano no longer have any movements, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Looking up at the still bright spotlight, I felt the light getting farther and farther away from me. I thought to myself, "It's all over!" ”

"Again, play again!" In the quiet of the venue, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Subconsciously, I looked down and saw you. Your hands keep wiping the tears from your face.

"It's making you cry again, I'm really useless."

"Yes, my world has changed since I met you. The world, which was originally like a harsh winter, was suddenly invaded by you. You are like the spring wind, blowing away the snow that has accumulated in winter. You are like the rain of spring, moisturizing the dry ground in winter. Ever since I met you, my world has begun to become colorful. ”

"Yeah, you're my spring. Me, as long as you have it, is enough. Thank you, thank you, thank you! ”

I want to pass on this heart to you, I want to pass it on to you through the sound of the piano.

The piano sounded again, no longer textbook-like, no longer disorganized. Notes floated in the air, flying around like elves.

The sunshine of spring is bright, the breeze of spring is gentle, everything grows in spring, and the flowers of spring bloom. The sound of the piano flutters, depicting a heart-warming picture of spring.

Thank you, you are my spring. Is your heart passed on to you?