Yes, I am tired. Time passes so quickly that the memories almost disappear, leaving only the warm fingertips of that person. One finger can conquer the city. Before seeing him, I had never known that a person's fingertips could be so perfect, so perfect that they could put him on his heart and hold him tightly. Every time the passion subsided, he would always suck his fingertips greedily. The pink fingers were warm but cold. It was as cold as the day when he ruthlessly and roughly pulled away his hands that were tightly grasping the corners of his clothes. He never thought that his fingertips would be so strong, so strong that even if he tried his best, he could not retain the trace of the hurriedly leaving back and the dance on his fingertips. It's time to wake up from the dream. Perhaps, all these prosperous dreams have never begun.
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