Love and hate at the thought of it, indifferent. Life is only because of a chance encounter, a sudden look back, doomed to each other's life, or hate or love or indifference. Perhaps, the one who loves the longest, hates the longest;

Love and hate at the thought of it, indifferent. Life is only because of a chance encounter, a sudden look back, doomed to each other's life, or hate or love or indifference. Perhaps, the one who loves the longest hates the longest; the one who hates the most loves more deeply. The interweaving of love and hate is a dream-like life. Life is like a white horse passing through the gap, fleeting in the blink of an eye, why care too much. Whether it is family, friendship or love, what naturally stays around is the truest and longest-lasting.