Ask for a three-character name with amnesia.

Jiang Gu's cold maple fell, and Xiao Shuimo presented Han Xiaofeng's "Xiao Feng and the waning moon" at night: It was cold, sad, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts, and it is even colder. ...