The memory of a fish is only seven seconds. If it turns around, it will happily play in what it thinks is a new world.
One day it knew the truth and could no longer live like this stupidly.
So, it chooses to die.
The water brings it back gently.
"Why?" It asked.
"What should I do if you die?" Shui said.
"What does it have to do with you?" It wondered.
"I am present in all your joys and sorrows. My sorrows and joys are all caused by you. How come it has nothing to do with me." Shui said.
"But, I only have seven seconds of memory."
"Then we'll love until eight seconds."