Unsent Letters, Forgotten People

When we were young, we always thought that illusion was reality, but adults took the trouble to tell us that it was illusion and false. When we experience many things, we find that reality is illusion, and no one has told us this, and no one has appeared at this time to guide us in life. These are some depictions of a somewhat middle-aged ordinary office worker's fantasy of love, and they are also some immature nonsense. If you don't ask the readers to like him, you just ask them to be tolerant of him, and he will be very grateful.