The Future Cannot Touch the Present

I still want to see you in the future. The dead are like moths, the living are like flying clouds; one disappears in the brightness, the other lingers in confusion. Wander. A bright pearl rises in the night sky and shines on the sea level. The higher it rises, the shallower the traces it leaves. Hope not to forget. There is no plagiarism. (Mingyue greets me) It was opened by another account, and I am the original author.