Do you really exist?
Or is it just a bunch of gibberish from my imagination?
But why do I seem to be able to see the expression behind every word you say?
The moment you really stood in front of me, I couldn't help but reach out my hand to touch your face, but I was afraid that what I would touch was something cold and without any temperature.
Concept: Sometimes illusory love does not require a name, but it can truly fill the vacancy in the heart.