In the dream, your eyebrows and eyes were as clear as before, but the smile on your lips was suddenly infinitely magnified until it occupied the entire dream. My love was gently held up by you. This longing came so fast that I was caught off guard. Love is just an imaginary dream. We are the protagonists in the play, quietly performing parting.
"Is it cold?" He asked.
"Not cold"
"That means it's cold." He took off his coat and put it on for her.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry"
"Then you're hungry." He pulled her out domineeringly.
"Do you still hate me?" He asked carefully.
She shook her head vigorously. Bit your lip. Tears never poured out of my eyes.
"That's just hate. This is good. You can live a simple life. That would be too tiring. I know."
At this moment, she burst into tears.
This time, she didn't say anything negative.
If loving me is not as easy as hating me, then please hate me