Milorad Pavić. Corset (№ 40557)

Up there in the mountains and snow. Do you think it is the same everywhere. But no, there's three of snow, and it is possible to distinguish even from here. One layer last year, the second, slightly prominent beneath it, a play the year before, and the one above fell this year. The snow is always white, but every year it is different. So it is with love. No matter how much it lasts matter it changes or not. If you say, "My love remains for three years", then know that your love has died. Love is alive until it is changed. As soon as it ceases to change, this is the end.