Whoever Finds This, I love you.
城内一条寂静的街道上，一位老人默默独行，打发着秋天无聊的午后。
一地的落叶提醒着他，又是一个夏天来了又去了…
在下一个六月来临前，他还有无数个孤独的夜需要度过。
靠近孤儿院的一堆落叶中，老人发现了一张小纸条，
他用颤抖的双手捡起了纸条，当他读着纸上稚嫩的笔迹时，泪水不禁掉了下来。
因为那些话象火炬般的在他心中炽烈的燃烧，
"谁捡到这张纸条，我爱你，谁捡到这张纸条，我需要你，
我甚至连个讲话的人都没有，所以，无论谁捡到这张纸条，我爱你。"
于是，老人的双眼搜索着孤儿院，最后，停在一个小女孩儿身上，
小女孩的脸庞紧贴着玻璃，
老人心里想着："我终于找到了一个朋友"
于是，含着笑向她招手，两人都知道，他们将在笑声、雨声中度过这个寒冷的冬天，
果真：隔着矮墙，他们在笑声、雨声中度过了一个寒冷的冬天。
他们彼此交换着亲手做的小礼物，
老人雕刻着玩具，小女孩则给他画纸上的美女，他们是如此的喜悦…
直到有一天，恰巧就是六月的第一天，小女孩一如既往的跑向墙边，老人却没出现
刹那间，她似乎知道，老人再也不会回来了，
于是她黯然的回到她的小房间，那起蜡笔，又开始写着："谁捡到这张纸条，我爱你，
谁捡到这张纸条，我需要你，我甚至连个讲话的人都没有，
所以，无论谁捡到这张纸条，我爱你。"
On the quiet street in the city, a little old man walked alone. Shuffling through the autumn afternoon.
And the autumn leaves reminded him, another summer s come and gone.
He had a long long midnight ahead waiting for June.
Then among the leaves near an orphan s home, a piece of paper caught his eyes.
And he stood to pick it up with trembling hands. And as he read the childish writing, the old man began to cry.
Cause the words burned inside him like a brand.
"whoever finds this, I love you. Whoever finds this, I need you. I even got no one to talk to. So, whoever finds
this I love you." Well, the old man s eyes searched the orphan s home. And came to rest upon a child.
With her nose pressed up against the window pane. And the old man knew he d found a friend at last.
So he waved at her and smiled. And they both knew they d spend the winter. Laughing at the rain.
And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain. Talking through the fence.
Exchanging little gifts they ve made for each other. The old man would carve toys.
And the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him. And they laughed a lot.
But then one day, on the first of June.
The little girl ran to the fence-the old man wasn t here.
And , somehow she knew he was never coming back. So she went back to her little room, took a crayon.
And wrote "Whoever finds this, I love you. Whoever finds this , I need you. I even got no one to talk to.
So, whoever finds this, I love you."
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