In the coldness and loneliness of modern cities, they are lost in the fog of emotion. Can the possession that is difficult to escape, the bondage that cannot be broken away, the only "order" and "gentleness" in life bring salvation?
You don't have to understand beautiful things, you just have to hold them in your hands.
*The title is the same as Liu Lian's song "Your Hands Are So Cold" and was inspired by the song's short film.
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