Soon a student of mine is leaving Japan for home. Looking back on my years of teaching, I feel that my students were like wind that blew before me. When they leave, they all look forward to their new life. I am surely happy about that for them, but I still cannot get accustomed to it, even though I have been teaching for more than 15 years. I always feel as if the wind takes cherry blossoms far away from me, which makes me a little sad.