I hate your eyes.

I don't like its color. As if it's not the eyes, but a thick layer of ice, under which a deep blue lake is hidden. Sometimes this ice melts a little. But sometimes it gets stronger.

When you are sad, your gaze becomes empty, and it's directed to nowhere. As is your whole life.

I hate it when you look at me without looking away and try to hide your smile. At times like these, I want to put a black blindfold over your eyes and not let you look at me at all. 

I hate your blue eyes.

It's impossible to love you.