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在那個明媚的春日，他們相愛了。思念他時，她折下了一枝綴滿苦澀而潔白櫻花的樹枝，不經意間，一片淒美的花瓣飄落，落入愛意濃濃的信封，對此，他卻一無所知。長路漫漫，花瓣漸漸退色，隻留下一股春天的芬芳，信封中傳來的陣陣暗香令他不禁笑容滿麵，仿佛陷入了溫柔的回憶。
第二年夏天，因為濃濃的思念，她更靠近他了，他依舊沒有察覺。她把自己的愛深藏在一隻貝殼裏，長久地握在手心，希望他能感到她的溫度和愛的呼喚，然後將貝殼送到他的腳邊。猶豫的腳步在沙灘上留下憂鬱的足跡，他在含著珍珠的貝殼前駐足。它是那樣明亮，那樣與眾不同。於是，他笑了。他將它撿起，拋向大海，之後，久久地凝望，像是有一段溫柔的思緒在心底泛起。他不知她曾經來過。
他把她趕走後，憂鬱的秋日隨之而來。她躲在一棵樹後，親吻著一片飄落在自己發間的樹葉，偷偷地望著他，而他仍舊沒有察覺。她輕輕地將葉子放在如鏡的湖麵，讓它接受九月秋風的撫摸。風吹向他，攜帶著那片葉子，帶著她心中的溫暖。他對停在腳下的葉子揚起微笑，卻不明白為何會覺得自己應該撿起那片疲憊的樹葉，放入懷中再給它溫暖。他不知她曾經來過。
那個晚冬，她的生命走到了盡頭，而他卻毫不知情。一片如絲綢和銀片般柔軟純潔的雪花，飄落在他的睫毛上，他微笑地看著彩虹般的七彩水滴滑落，不知道為什麽，甚至包括這微笑，他都想要落淚。他永遠也不會知道，她曾經來過。
That bright springtime，when they loved each other，she had scattered without him knowing it the branch full of bitter white of a cherry tree in bloom and a delicate petal had slipped，like randomly，in the envelope with the love letter.The petal had faded away before reaching the end of the long way，leaving behind it only a little spring perfume that made him smile like one does to a mild memory.And he didn’t know that she had been.Next summer，when，for missing him too much，she had sot closer without him knowing it.She was hiding only to send to him the call of love in that shell she had so long warmed up in her hands before making it roll over，down to his feet.The hesitating steps leaving melancholic traces on the sand had stopped near the pearly shell，brighter and so much different from all the others，and smiling，he had picked it up and thrown it in the sea watching long after it，as after a tender thought.And he didn’t know that she had been.The sad autumn that followed，after he had driven her away.She was watching him from behind a tree without him knowing it and，kissing the falling leaf that had stopped in her hair.She had laid it on the water mirror slightly touched by the mild September wind，blowing it towards him with all warmth of her heart.He had smiled to the tired leaf stopping at his feet without understanding why he had felt that he would have picked it up and embraces it against his chest.And he didn’t know that she had been.That late winter when she won’t be any longer without him knowing it a snowflade made of silk and silver will fall down drop full of rainbows without knowing why，even smiling.He will feel like crying.And he will never know that she had been.