Yao is outside among the spring flowers and green grass, they walk around enjoying the greenery and blue skies, but in between the imagery is this poem: It’s Spring again. Every year I remember this fragrance, the first swell of warmth. It reminds me that some things do come full circle, some of us don’t depart forever, some moments can be lived again, even if slightly different each time. Some of us don’t depart forever.