A love letter to a girl
Never forget you, like that sweet smile and bangs hand stroking.
Maybe one day, we will be in a way through the streets, met the girl at first sight, she has nothing special, so deeply imprinted in the heart.
Meet every time, let me ignore the water flow around the car, forget the time, only care about her every twinkle and smile. Until her passing away in the corner, I cannot see.
Meet for the first time, I sit at the window, holding a cup of coffee looking out the window scattered rain, rain was in a hurry, I quietly holding chin to looking at a coffee shop the comings and goings of the people.
You hand shielding rain into the world, the rain wet your hair, appear with arbitrary point, your face but with a faint smile, the moment you like only in the wind and rain in bloom, swaying Huaying exudes faint fragrance.
You smiled and asked for a cup of white coffee, then stood there quietly waiting for the coffee. A sudden wind, blowing your hair and skirt, it seems you Liu also be wind.
The moment you seemed to be very uneasy, hastily caresses your messy bangs, like the children do something wrong as, cautious, nervous, until your coffee well, you will hand down from the forehead, end your coffee, pass by from my side, sit to another fan window and stared at the roof falling rain.
Goodbye, is in the bustling downtown, longitudinal Street connected to the streets and alleys, you’re wearing a seat on a simple white dress casual walk, no lights wanes to the close, also does not have the sweet birds and a hint of figure, I know that is you. You pass by my side, we pass by again, I saw you a light smile on the face.
Finally see, or this coffee shop, or a rainy day. This time, you seem to have come a long way, sitting on the side of the window you like. I brought the blue mountains from your side after, we pass at a time, if I’m not mistaken, you should in Shunji Iwai’s “love letter”.
Some people said, the most beautiful love Mo first love, the most beautiful picture is none other than the initial, said, the most beautiful words Mo love letter, the most beautiful end of nothing better than a stranger.
Last time I met, the coffee shop into a bookshop, decoration in the window is replaced by the rows of books, you and me, never to be met. I met you at that time, I have been to the city in every coffee shop, walk through the streets, but also not see.
After the encounter, I try to find your shadow in the vast crowd, but I can not find you and I pass, the first of the missing in the lost, even their own is not clear, is becoming more and more concentrated, or more and more light.
In the quiet night, I will like the single loop playing, looking out of the window of the lamp is dark yellow street lights, the shadow of each of the past, people pull a long, there seems no end.
I just wondered whether, in a distant place, you have been in the autumn night, quiet sleep.