Hatori looked up at the sky. The snow had stopped weeks ago, but it melts slowly. The melting snow turns to water which nourishes the grass and flowers. The greenery blooms and becomes springs.
Spring. Kana. Kana was spring.
Kana was the first and only one that told Hatori that the melting snow become spring, not water. She was so optimistic, so beautiful. Kana. Sweet Kana, his sweet Kana.
Kana was gone, though, but spring happened each year. It was inevitable. Predictable. Spring came after winter. Spring came when the snow melted.
Spring is the memory of Kana and change.