————The Last Few Springs————

This is the 18th spring of my life. When I look around it, it seems that nothing has changed. But in the park I see an old man with a calm face, quietly looking at his last few springs. I wonder if it was very different a long time ago.

今年的春天或許與昨年沒有什麽區別，昨年的或許與前年的也沒什麽區別。不過同六十年前的相比呢？這位老人或許有些感緒，又或許他只是在靜靜地享受最後幾個春天。