After all beauties and duties, after all leathes and earthes, after all beings and nothings, i will hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
After all ends of the worlds and universes, after all tears and fears, after all emotions and notions, I do hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
After all darknesses and shining suns, after all that happened and didn't happen, after you crying, smiling, living, earning, growing, dying, I will hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
After all the facts, and after all, after all splendid loves and falling loves, I do hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
When you will be under the earth, like a stone, like a man who passed away, like a wind that disappears in the whispering trees, like a poison that is stinking, like a smile of the Cheshire, like a bee in the winter, I do hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
After all works and pains, after troubles and disgraces, after the disappeared universe, in the nothing, in the call of your breath, in the memory of your body, I do hate you, but it doesn't matter, because I love you.
Climax.