Those Years of Searching for the Heart River in the Fairyland

I have never seen love, and I have never been favored by anyone. They say: "All tenderness depends entirely on imagination, self-deception, and self-indulgence." Until she came, I was the only one who could see her. Others laughed at me as crazy, and I ignored the rumors. As long as I could feel her, that was enough. Even though we are hundreds of millions of light years away, I still want to prove that this memory is real and is not an illusion, let alone an illusion.