When I think of those beatup working man’s callused hands gently washing my delicate prom gown, my hearted warms and relives that moment of unconditional love all over again.

每当我想起那双粗糙的，布满老茧的劳作之手轻轻地搓洗着我那件精美的舞会礼服时，我的心温暖了，全身又一次沐浴在那无条件的爱之中。