Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

雪偶尔飘下来，但它是脆弱的雪，像一个记忆消失在远方。

-- Haruki Murakami 村上春树