The cold slender hand touched his brow slowly and tried hard to smooth the wrinkles that he had made. After a fruitless press, the cherry lips slowly drew close to him, and love fell on his deep eyes, which locked him tightly, burning his every sense gently and passionately.

who holds my hand and keeps me mad for half a lifetime;

who kisses my eyes and hides my half-life drift;

who caresses my face and soothes my half-life sorrow;

who carries my heart and melts my half-life frost;

who helps me shoulder and drives me away from silence for a lifetime. Who calls my heart and hides my life?

who...