At the age of five, we met; at the age of ten, we knew each other; at the age of fifteen, we fell in love; at the age of seventeen, when the reality under the white veil surfaced, we faced separation; at the age of eighteen, everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and I learned how to arm myself; at the age of twenty, I finally gained a quiet place for myself, and there was no more ripples in my peaceful heart.
When everything will return to dust, why do you appear under this clear sky and drag me into hell?
However, I sadly discovered that even so, I still can't hate you.