There was snow all over the sky. It had been a long time since I had seen such an unforgettable snow scene. All the pleasant and unpleasant things before this... Seemed to have disappeared.
I wonder if I can still find any footprints when I dig through the white snow...
Those warm, or seemingly warm, aniseed snowflakes.
Float, and float.
Then, it melted into the gradually warming spring...
I remember when I was young, there was a short sentence like this: After the snow melts, it is spring.