Tearing Kiss

A long tragedy of national personification. When the longitude and latitude of the world are roughly torn apart by the giant hands of ideology, we are destined to stand on both sides of the divide, using the deepest love to feed the most profound hatred. This is a story about "us" - chess pieces and chess players; lovers and eternal enemies who vow to kill each other. [America x Soviet·Spark of Destruction] He is the ice that never melts on the Siberian tundra, and I am the neon light that stays on in the Manhattan skyline all night. We danced next to the nuclear bomb silo, kissed on the tightrope of the arms race, hid the sweetest love words in the encrypted radio waves, and shot the most vicious curses into each other's territory. He said, may the red flag be planted in every corner of the world; I said, may the light of the Statue of Liberty illuminate all the Iron Curtains. Our embrace is like the collision of two planets, bursting out with brilliant fire that can destroy each other. Until that day, the rose I gave him withered on half of his country that quietly collapsed. [France x England·Tangled Poison Ivy] We have been fighting for hundreds of years across a narrow strait. He is a proud and romantic iris, and I am a cold and lonely rose. The D-Day landing in Normandy was a surprise I prepared for him, and his wanton division of my empire was a "gift" in return. We lingered in the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles and betrayed each other on the beaches of Dunkirk. He said that my eyes were like treasured Bordeaux, but I just wanted to get drunk with them and watch him become obsessed with me. The hatred is fake, but the bullet that penetrated his chest and blocked it for me is real. Our love is like two poisonous ivy intertwined with each other, sucking each other's nutrients to survive, until death. [Japan x South Korea·Silent Tattoo] We are the two closest, but also the most distant, people in the East Asian chess game. The wound of history is like a scar that will never heal, standing between you and me. All his economic data and military secrets flashed on my screen, while his airspace was filled with my reconnaissance planes. This is an approach in the name of "surveillance", an obsession packaged in "revenge". I implanted my symbols in the pop culture he liked, and he left his mark in my traditional folklore. Like a silent tattoo, painful and impossible to remove. When I finally tore off all my disguises and walked up to him with my heart dripping with blood, he gave me the last and most painful stab with cold silence. This is our ending. We hurt each other in the most intimate way and love someone with the most national will. All warmth is wrapped in conspiracy, and all vows echo the echo of betrayal. When the balance of the world was completely overturned, the alliances and hostilities we once thought were indestructible were reduced to ashes in this grand collapse. Dear nemesis, my eternal love. This tearing kiss started with lies and ended with smoke. And we will do it until death. Purpose: To explore the nature of love in the insoluble opposition between personal emotions and national will: even if we know that all efforts are in vain, the love itself that bursts out in desperate situations and tries to transcend fate is the most heroic resistance of human beings to cold rules.