Love is often not remembered, but hate is always unforgettable.
Just like the warm spring breeze and rain that blow through the heart cannot leave a mark, but the rough lightning wind can leave scars.
And the scars really exist, reminding me all the time.
Being hurt always lasts longer than being loved.
Hate is always more permanent than love.
Ahem, but this is not a story about hate, but a story about love.