She is the Spring.
That thought -- the result of a fortnight of thinking -- startled me. Wasn't Kana the Spring, fated to end before its time? Wasn't I the Winter, doomed to frozen feelings for all eternity?
Such a romantic idea, no wonder it was wrong. Kana told me the reason, long ago. When snow melts, it becomes Spring.
When the girl -- too young for the curse, for love -- turned to me and smiled, I saw it there. The answer to everything in the world.
Winter is sorrow. Spring is hope. Both will come and go.
But their memories never really fade.
