I do care a lot of people dislike me, that why I am not easy to tell I dislike someone.
Generally, I dislike someone just because who dislike me, or both of us born to dislike each other.

But, I’m really really cannot imagine, the one I like who dislike me.
My heart is given, but he doesn’t treasure it, even despise it.
The fragile heart is going to broken, by the my own shaking cold hand . . .

Should I hate him as a hitback?
Regrettably, I couldn’t.
Therefore, I dislike myself much more.

I really don’t know what to do, to make people like me.
What I can do is, holding my heart more and more treasury.
Although the pieces painted myself in blood, at least I can feel my own warm blood still running about me.