It's a poem about loneliness -- the "I" in the poem feels no connection will last — and it might look like a plea for help 'til you get to the word "help," where this "I" facing you, taking your hand, is more like a teacher or a genie, or at least that's what he wants to believe.
这首诗写的是孤独—— 诗中的「我」无处寻觅关怀， 在读到「帮助」这个词之前， 「我」仿佛在祈求帮助， 「我」与你相顾无言，唯执子之手， 如一位师长，又如一个精灵， 抑或，如他所想所愿。