If Love Is Illusory

After half of my youth, I was not qualified to point fingers at it, so I took it upon myself to miss it. I didn't have time to see everything about it, and regretfully found that some of the plots began to turn yellow and fragmented. Only then do I think of myself who grew up in both reality and fantasy, then do I think of the future I once dreamed of, and then do I think of the present I longed for in the past. Only then did I think of them, them, and her. She will too. It won't happen now and it will happen in the future. Will we in the future still remember the past and present, and think of the future for the past? Is that future safe?