"There is a mark on my shoulder that looks like a dead leaf. Why don't you just call me Dead Leaf?"
"What's your name? You don't have a name?"
"There is a kind of butterfly here called Dead Leaf Butterfly. Why don't you just call it Butterfly." The spring wind is always warm, like the innocent smile of a young man.
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"What's your name? You don't have a name, that's fine..."
"Die'er? She's too weak and doesn't deserve your strength."
"From now on, your name is White Horse." The young man was aloof, as cold as the moon.
Intention: follow your heart