On the fingertips of my fingers, the residual warmth of my nostalgia floated, and my hot chest was entangled and nurtured with strong longing, which eventually overflowed my eyes. But you didn't see that your figure was branded in my emotionless pupils, and I could no longer escape; you had untied the rusty chains of my heart, and fastened the chains of longing for me. You and I are opposite sides of black and white, can we hold hands one day?