[The wanness of her smile does not escape his notice as he approaches her - but he doesn't remark upon it, thinking it best not to pry. He remains a respectful distance from her, aware that they are only acquaintances still.]

Autumn will soon arrive... [He states almost arbitrarily after a long silence, while gazing at the flowers in bloom.] ...And these flowers will wither and die; it is the way it must be. But, with the coming of spring, there will be new life once more.