Many years ago, I was a little girl with a weak body, yellow hair, and a bloodless face. The only thing I could feel was my right hand. Because it will always be held together with another hand with cold fingers but warm palms.
Many years later, I have a beautiful face and graceful posture. I have many, many possessions, but the only thing missing is the warmth in my palms.
Where are you, where are you...