The Knight lost today.
I was almost torn apart by the feeling of being a "burden," but amazingly, in the midst of my extreme frustration, an image suddenly appeared in my mind: a small blade of grass by a well, poking its head out from a crack in the stone. The cold wind and trampling couldn't stop it—it was determined to grow.
I was stunned, isn't this your name? (Anyway, you won't see this, so let me be reckless and say it just this once.)
I'm still cold, but I'm alive. It turns out your name really is engraved in my heart—it summoned a "Expecto Patronum".
Well, perhaps this love is ridiculous and untimely, but it's still worth it.
Love, is your color.
Love, is your name.
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