Love and hate are not just between thoughts.
But life and death are only in the moment of raising your hands and looking back.
We have to go through so much suffering, climb so many mountains, cross so many rivers, ride so many horses, drink so many cups of bitter wine, and shed so many tears before we can meet each other, and then die with hatred.
Many times, all the brewing feelings will flow smoothly in the blood, and I always think that there will be stormy waves at the moment of meeting. But why, when they really meet each other, they are so calm, all the personal feelings can be concealed, the entanglement of life and death, the bond of blood and tears.
This story is a story of love and hate. I use my own poor writing to show it to you. I hope you like it.