I probably live in a fantasy.
If you put it nicely, others will praise you, "You are such a romantic person!"
To put it bluntly, others will say: "Do you understand?"
As a child, it was almost impossible to distinguish between reality and dreams.
This is probably because the reality is too despairing, and the dream is so beautiful that people can't help but indulge in it.
It wasn't until I grew up that I realized how valuable such innocent romance is, because growing up is really a painful thing. I think I may no longer be able to describe the dream world with the words I used at that time, so I wrote this article for comfort.