Putting Your Hands on the Damaged Items, the Past Flashes Before Your Eyes

I'm a restorer. If you run your fingertips over the damage, you can see the memory sealed in the object. It's a doll that my grandma sewed and sewed. It's a watch that my father couldn't bear to wear. It's a photo that lovers tore and glued together. I have repaired countless old things, But it cannot repair the regrets of the world. But I still wish, For every forgotten life, Add a gentle ending.