There has always been a person in my memory. I don't remember his appearance, and I don't know who he is. He just stayed at that time. So for many years, I searched for everything about him, and the answer I got was - this person may not exist in this world. Maybe your memory is confused? In these many years, I have been unable to get rid of the shackles of longing, nor can I reconcile with the memories.
Concept: Every memory has a relevant person living there.