It's not that I hate the person in front of me. If I had met him under different circumstances, this never would have happened. But I did meet him that day, and now there is no turning back. I must distinguish the difference between past and present. Everything must be left behind, and the man in front of me is the wall; the wall that I must break through. There is only one direction for me to go. I have to move forward. That's what I'm thinking...