But a poem is never actually finished. It just stops moving.

- - - - -

So the winter went by, and spring came along.
Nature is in its full bloom, and there is nothing left that reminds you of the hard cold days.
Sash away both what you lost and gained, for life continues on.

Now then...
The story that unraveled in this town has reached its conclusion.
New stages and people are waiting for us...