As if instinctively, everyone will consciously move closer to the light source.
She thought it was the sun that could warm her, but she was burned by the too warm sunshine. She understood that this was the so-called sorrow of ice.
He always thought that he was the sun, giving her a lot of warmth, so that the two of them could walk together warmly, but he ignored that it could attract moths, but it could also burn moths...
After a lap, it just proved that truth, ice and water are the best mixture, there is me in you and you in me...