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.