Some people say that time cannot be crossed. All love and all hate accumulate deeper and deeper with the passage of time.
At that time, he hated her so much, but she loved him so much. I always naively thought that the track of time would smooth out all the tiredness and hatred. When the pain invades the blood and bone marrow, it is wrong to be wrong.
There is no real love or real hate in this world. He always said that if he could do it all over again, he would not share the same blood as hers.
Rebirth after killing, he got his wish.
"I can finally be with you."
He saw the woman was like the first sun, with a smile overflowing from the corners of her lips.
"But there is a trajectory in time, and I still hate you in the trajectory."