The first time we met was the warm sunshine of autumn, she was the sunshine.
Meeting again is the scorching sun of summer, he is summer.
When sunshine and summer collide, the whole world burns.
But after the excitement passed, what remained was the residual cold warmth, which refused to dissipate and remained in her heart, reminding her of the past.
In countless dark nights, she asked herself countless times whether she regretted it, but in the end she said she did not regret it.
His love was like a fierce flame, coming with such ferocity that it burned everything they had but left ashes on the ground.
And she is a moth, attracted by the firelight, throwing herself into the firelight, burning herself, so that she can feel the warmth of this world.
She doesn't like this world, but she stays in this world because of him and likes it.