I have been lying awake for hours now, running my fingers restlessly through my hair. They search...search...until they find the scar. Yes, it is there. They feel it out: now at last they can be quiet. But still the wrinkled fact haunts me. Sometimes it is my own Chen Ma’s smiling face; sometimes she appears to me all in tears. They search for me, I have been lying awake for hours now, running my fingers restlessly through my hair. They search ... search ... until they find the scar. Yes, it is there. They feel it out: now at last they can be quiet But still the wrinkled fact haunts me. Sometimes it is my own Chen Ma’s smiling face; sometimes she appears to me all in tears.