Love is like the sun that is about to show its face at the ninth hour, gentle and youthful, hot but not scorching, and all light and hope are extremely powerful; hate is like the sky that is about to be dark but not yet dark at the ninth hour, with strong emotions but still under the influence of light. As time goes by, it gradually becomes gray and cold, and finally becomes silent and turns into a black pool of despair. The passage of time is the intertwining of love and hate, and the clear sound of dripping from a copper kettle. No matter now or in ancient times, love and hate are intertwined, and people can never tell clearly whether they hate more or love more. So life is profound and eternal on such an inexplicable track.