If You Can't Hold My Hand Tightly

I always think that my lover must have a pair of very broad and thick hands that can hold my hand tightly in his palm without leaving any gaps. As a result, the wind stopped blowing and the rain stopped blowing; all I could feel was his deep and rough palm prints and his body temperature with a faint smell of tobacco. Such a lover's heart must be broad and thick, able to tolerate my right, my wrong, my good, my bad, my loveliness, and my hatefulness, just like his hand can completely tolerate my hand. Such a dream probably stems from childhood memories, where my mother's small hand was always firmly held by my father's big hand. Therefore, no matter it was bumpy or muddy, her steps never faltered, and she always had a silly but touching smile on her face. I think that one day, there will be such a pair of big hands in my life that I can rely on and turn me into a woman who will always smile silly. So, honey, if you can't hold my hand tightly... Intention: