I would like to share with you the story of "Spring Out of the Window".
Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a small village in the mountains.
Looking out, she knew that the outside world had changed overnight.
Throughout the winter the snow that covered the village melted and the trees and fields were soaked in the warm sunshine.
I told people that spring has come, but everyone didn't even listen.
Discouraged, she was looking at the beautiful scenery when she found a small bird sitting on the branches of a cherry blossom tree.
The bird began to sing, and realized that this was a way to celebrate the arrival of spring.
I understood that just because others don't talk about their joy as much as she does doesn't mean they don't feel joy deeply. And though she didn't shout about it, she knew that spring really came not only out of her window, but also to her heart.
Did your spring come now?
