Happiness

Sometimes I sit by the window,
Lost in a world of thoughts.
I didn’t understand the meaning of the word happiness before,
Because happiness, like the seasons,
Changes as we grow,
Childhood is truly the spring of life…
Back then, happiness was different for us,
Chocolate, toys, my mother’s praise—
All of these were types of happiness.
Youth was the summer of our life,
A time when hard work brought many accomplishments.
But there were those who didn’t understand this
And traded away this summer for heedlessness,
Paying the price with their own lives.

Time passes, and autumn comes too.
Then winter’s breath lies on dark hair,
And happiness at such a time is being with your family,
Worries about children, the burdens of living.
Slowly, winter’s season also arrives,
And the worries of children now grow to include their own families,
The seedlings that once stood tall now slowly wither,
And happiness is then said to be in the well-being of your family.