What he left to her was always his back, but she clung to him and kept saying that he was her sun. Finally, his patience was worn away by her: "Isha, if you get out of my world, I will be much happier than now. Are you so shameless?" Until she really left, until there was an extra sun beside her, until she no longer seemed to have him in her eyes, he panicked...
--------When I was young, I always regarded my love as □□ and my reluctance as my inability to let go.