I looked at today. There was no sense except hate. No, not you but the hate itself. Hate was shapeless and did not form. But it was real Like the fog that covered the view when it’s arrived at my face. Ah, how much hate is excruciating. It’s mistery. So, just get rid of this hate. Flash, with just one hand stamped. After all, it’s just like the fog in front of my face. Just throw it, or leave. Done. Case’s over.