He said, I won't hate, because that requires emotion.
She said, I don't want to be sad, because every day of life is a limited edition.
She came and left, her smile, her tears, her heart.
He left and came again, his hatred, his kiss, his eyes.
He said, I am willing to use everything I have to exchange for her smile. What's more, it's just a pair of eyes.
She said, if this is his revenge, then I don't owe him anymore and don't want to see him, ever.
If I had known about this tragedy earlier, why should I take it seriously in the first place?