The first time I saw her, it was raining.
She was standing on the steps outside a clothing store with an unlit cigarette between her lips. "Aren't you coming in?" she asked me.
Later, on the night I turned eighteen, I asked her, "Will you teach me?"
She watched me for a long time, then said, "I really can't say no to those eyes of yours."
After that, I could only remember her face through the scent of nicotine, along with the words:
"I really shouldn't have taught you that."
Theme: Love is forgiveness
Another reason for changing my pen name is that I am afraid that some fans will come to show my face [spread flowers]