During the summer vacation of that year, you and I met and passed through the spring, summer, autumn and winter. I thought this was forever, but otherwise, you are like the setting sun - the sunset is about to begin. Let me love you deeply but you will definitely lose it, leaving me to linger in the night. Through the spring, summer, autumn and winter again, you are not by my side. It's another summer, and I'm connecting with you again. Is it the setting sun that makes you and I finally come to an end, or is it the warm orange color of the setting sun that shines on the earth? I once said to you with a smile: "You are my sunshine, you warm my heart and help me get out of the pain." You looked at me tenderly and answered me: "You are my star, saving the regret of the closing sun." I think this is the sunset getting warmer. You warm me, and I warm you.