My love for you is as deep as my hatred; my hatred for you is as deep as my love. What should I do?
On your feet are the sneakers I gave you, on your shoulders is the backpack I sewed, on your hands are the bracelets I knitted, and on your neck are her hickeys. I love you, you know, but I pretend not to know, I have no words; I hate you, you know, so you leave. The importance of life has been completed from the moment we are not born, and our birth is just a transition towards death, but why do you let me meet you? If possible, I would rather live with you in my past lives and never look back. Since it's hard to say goodbye when we meet, it's better to never see each other again. My dear, if you receive this letter, I think I have been quiet.