Is there a kind of thought that stops completely but leaves lingering lingering thoughts?
Is there a kind of hatred that devours the mind but gives rise to compassion?
Is there a kind of pain that goes deep into the bones and blood but is fleeting?
Is there a kind of love that grows quietly without ever meeting it?
In this entanglement of love and hate.
No longer looking forward to the future, but looking forward to the future so much.
I no longer believe in you, but I still believe in you...
Deep sadomasochistic love, waiting for you to tease!
Intention: Love and hate are all empty, only you are true