When I first woke up, I should have been in a warm and beautiful small village, where there was isolation and simplicity;
The villagers greeted me warmly, and I responded warmly, thinking they all knew me;
It's been like this for a long, long time, so long that I always felt that I was from here;
Until one day, a man I saw every day told me that he liked me;
But, the next day, he was gone, nowhere to be found, and no one remembered him, except me;
...
Finally, I finally understood that here, love has disappeared the moment it is spoken.
Intention: Is everything in the world really as beautiful as it seems?