You finally tore off the mask with your own hands. The world is divided into two sides. Half of it is always occupied by imagination. You want to love someone again without any reason. Memory is as mysterious as the future. Why foresee the future? Who will calm your sad heart? When you forget who once accompanied you, and I am a real existence that you have never believed in. I'm sorry, I really can't use waiting to describe happiness. Because it is glorious enough now, so don't expect it anymore. The reality may never exist, and that day will never come.