Did I never exist at all...?
The world kept lying to me. Even when I died, it never told me the truth.
It's a good thing I don't exist.
It doesn't matter.
Even if I'm fake,
as long as he's real, that's enough.
Stop imagining things, boy. Let him go back.
This is only my fantasy, a way to remember the future that he and I never had.
Theme: A dream of wealth and glory: are the people of the past still there?
