She once thought that he was her morning sun and her light, so she cautiously pursued her warmth, but she forgot that the sun would be dazzling if it was too bright.
He said they were the same kind of people, and only he could understand her,
He protects his angel in his own way, but the night can't even warm himself, how can he warm her?
Whose fault is it in the missed youth, the sweet and sour time...