In the snowy night in the North, I experienced the separation from my mother and concubine, but I also fell in love with him without any warning in that bleak night.
A few years later, in the wind and snow, I said goodbye to my father. Looking at the familiar figure gradually blurring in the snow, I fell in love with the person I loved.
Monk Xingkongfa said: "Because of love, hatred arises. Without love, hatred can be resolved. You need to observe the cardamom and give up the amphibious life. Wait and see if the girl is willing?"
I thought about the person who once called me Ali day and night, and I decided to stop here.
Now that all the floating orioles are flying around the courtyard, that person has finally been forgotten.
Because there is no love, there is no hate.