Heaven is not old, love and hatred are hard to eradicate, and the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
When I met you, I thought we were in the same boat, and we were destined to stay together for the rest of our lives. Who would have thought that we would go our separate ways in a blink of an eye, and we would not be apart for many years. I am me, and you are you.
Meeting you was my first disaster. I thought it was the end, but it was the beginning of a lifetime of entanglement. You gave me the most hatred, but you redeemed me with death. You took away half of my heart to miss you.
When I met you, I was a fish with its tail cut off, dreaming of a lonely dream. I tempted your life with blood and rouge, and you used the mountains and rivers to commemorate my love and hate. In the end, I was no longer me, and you were no longer you, but I didn't know whether we could be together.
When I met you, I was in despair. I met you in embarrassment. I thought we had different directions, but we only ended up with you on different paths. I am in you, and you are in me.