Love and hate, has never been alone before, has always been there together,
and just a stage, a little more love than hate, so to see the love, blurring the hate;
or hate a little more than love , so to see the hate, fuzzy love,
and we to have been blurred in these feelings, the final fuzzy themselves.
- eighth sub-Mexican "and not blooming time "
愛和恨,從來就沒有單獨存在過,一直是一起存在的,
只不過是某個階段中,愛比恨多了一點兒,所以看見了愛,模糊了恨;
或者恨比愛多了一點兒,所以看見了恨,模糊了愛,而我們,
就都在這些被模糊了情感中,最終模糊了自己。
——十八子墨《等不到花開的時候》