I heard someone singing, the sound tearing through the chilly wind. As if to match the guitar melody I played in the dusk-lit music room. As if to match the piano someone played in the room next door. The pure singing voice from the rooftop connected the three disconnected melodies. It all started on such a day in late autumn. When someone fell in love. Everyone did their best. Everyone pushed on. Everyone was intent and earnest… A bond was formed deep in our hearts, and we obtained a moment that could not be replaced. That’s why someone fell in love. A love that came too late, a love that shouldn’t have occurred. Then comes winter — the falling snow covering up all sins. Then comes spring — delivering punishment along with the melting of the snow. [Translated from DMM]