A pair of held hands

By the lake, on the path

A pair of holding hands

For years, it seems

Never let go

They were holding one by the other

Slowly moving

From spring to summer

And then from summer to autumn

In winter, they rarely seem to come out

Occasionally they come out or hold hands

Without gloves

Snowflakes fall on my hands

Melt immediately

They seldom care about the scenery

From time to time they talk to themselves

More often they move in silence

Never greeting people

I have noticed them for a long time

I don't know whose parents they are

I envy them

I hope that the hands that hold will always hold

Keep moving slowly