Yesterday at the market, I saw a couple holding hands… and I realized we’ll never do that. Never anything like it. No picnics or unguarded smiles. No rings. Just… stolen moments that leave too quickly.
吾子の手かわいや さまよう手 My child's precious hand? Her wandering hand, 吾をもとめて 流離うて Wandering and searching for me, 寄らば離れる 手をとって Grasps at a hand that drifts away when she is drawing near. 引きて歩もう 沙汰の果て The end of the affair is if something is pulling her to follow this path.