I'm dead.
Died on his own wedding.
Alive again.
Live at your own funeral.
There were huge crowds at weddings and a handful of people at funerals. The stark contrast, and its irony.
There is no hate without love.
But An Ran, I don't hate you.
It's not that I don't love, it's that I love too deeply. And I can't bear to hate you.
If so, letting go is a blessing for you. Then, I'm willing to let it go.