My hands are beautiful,
And so are yours.
Their nails are not as long as tulips,
But they are round like the moon.
Yes, we have moons in our hands—
They can shine in the dark.
Our hands have done many things, created many works.
Remember when you painted for your sister,
and she was very happy and thanked you for that?
I remember when I cooked you some crackers.
They didn’t have uniform shapes,
But you couldn’t taste the flour or the eggs
Because I mixed them well
With my hands.
If you see the grass and think it means nothing to us,
It doesn’t mean it’s worthless.
Some people need it to cure their pain.
So do our hands.
Someone else may underestimate them,
But as long as we can give our best through our hands,
As long as we can do even one little thing with our hands,
Then there’s no reason to doubt their worth.
Someday, we will win somebody’s heart
With our hands.
