In the summer of 2012, my heartbeat came quietly.
She once said incomprehensively, "I'm not a child anymore, I will be separated." But he could only look into the distance and say, "I regarded you as a star, but you are not, you are the sun. The sun and the stars are destined to never meet. The sun and the moon are the most suitable, aren't they?"
She didn't understand whether it was a kindness to her or a blasphemy against her own thoughts.
Idea: The sun and stars can be together