In a city, there will be many lonely souls wandering there, relying on some kind of power and enduring all kinds of pain, looking for their lovers who cannot remember their appearance.
This is really a magical thing. If you know you love someone but can't remember what they look like, it feels like falling into the deep sea and not seeing the light, but hearing the cry of whales in the distance. You want to run away in fear, but you don't know where to run.
But I don't want to die like this.
I know one such lonely soul.