I don't remember anyone ever saying that the most beautiful thing in the world is not the first snow, and the most evanescent thing is not the first snow.
The first snow that was so stunning and thrilling at the beginning only stayed for a short time and then left, melting, evaporating, and spreading, so cruelly that it left no trace.
Then no matter how much snow comes, it will no longer be the first snow.
The bluebird is the most like the first snow.
Asahina's family is the one holding an umbrella to watch the snow.
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