The snow is quite lovely, isn't it? Ah... the snow is fresh and untouched now, and is a pristine white...
The snow now is fresh and pure, but, in a few days, the snow will be stained by the dirt and become... 'stained.'
Kanan... my dear sister, my dear love... the snow now reminds me of her before it happened... when the snow changes in a few days, it will remind me of how I didn't come on time, of how I couldn't save her...
I will over come this, somehow... Thinking like this, I will not accomplish anything... I'll live on, and hide everything behind this smile, and continue teaching my students with the best of my abilities...