Nagomu is laid up in bed with a cold, and as his consciousness grows hazy, he remembers a senpai from his school days who went off to Tokyo to chase a dream.
That night, as Itsuka tends Nagomu, she glances up through the window and sees snow fluttering down.
Snow on the day before Valentine's Day. Seeing the snow piling up on the ground, Itsuka is reminded of the day when she was first left in the people of Ryokushou's care.
Itsuka doesn't have good memories of snow. Nagomu makes some new ones with her, building snowmen.
Must be nice, letting your 
sound ring out like that...
لا بدّ أنّه من اللّطيف أن يدع المرء
...صوته يرنو بهذا الشّكل
Wie schön.
Qué bonito sería
dejarse llevar por el sonido.
Qué bonito sería
dejar que el sonido te lleve.
C’est classe
de pouvoir sortir des sons pareils.
Che bello,
A sensação de conseguir soltar
um som assim deve ser tão boa.
Перебирать струны так здорово...