Whenthespringcomes,whenthetreesbecomegreenandwhenIseetheflowers,Icannotstoptothinkingofyou.Iknowthereisawordofspringinyourname,butthatisnottherealreason.However,fromthebooksIunderstandthatyourdearestpersonwhohavepassedaway,actuallytheydidnotleaveaway
  fromyou.Theyarearoundyou,accompanywithyou,theyaresmilingtoyouinthesky.Ithinkyouaretheone.Youalways
  stareatus--yourmother,yoursistersandbrothers,yourlovelydaughter,shewillbethehappiestbridesoon,doyouknow？
  Yes,youwillstillbeyoung,stillbeyour33yearsold....…