Hands without warmth seem unable to soothe my cold and lonely soul. Am I looking for that distant warmth? The hands of my relatives bring me eternal indifference; my lover's words can only break my original incomplete heart. I gently put the fragment of my heart that longed for warmth into the arms of my friends, but with a stumble, my already warm heart was replaced by coldness, and then I walked step by step towards the end of darkness...