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在那个明媚的春日，他们相爱了。思念他时，她折下了一枝缀满苦涩而洁白樱花的树枝，不经意间，一片凄美的花瓣飘落，落入爱意浓浓的信封，对此，他却一无所知。长路漫漫，花瓣渐渐退色，只留下一股春天的芬芳，信封中传来的阵阵暗香令他不禁笑容满面，仿佛陷入了温柔的回忆。
第二年夏天，因为浓浓的思念，她更靠近他了，他依旧没有察觉。她把自己的爱深藏在一只贝壳里，长久地握在手心，希望他能感到她的温度和爱的呼唤，然后将贝壳送到他的脚边。犹豫的脚步在沙滩上留下忧郁的足迹，他在含着珍珠的贝壳前驻足。它是那样明亮，那样与众不同。于是，他笑了。他将它捡起，抛向大海，之后，久久地凝望，像是有一段温柔的思绪在心底泛起。他不知她曾经来过。
他把她赶走后，忧郁的秋日随之而来。她躲在一棵树后，亲吻着一片飘落在自己发间的树叶，偷偷地望着他，而他仍旧没有察觉。她轻轻地将叶子放在如镜的湖面，让它接受九月秋风的抚摸。风吹向他，携带着那片叶子，带着她心中的温暖。他对停在脚下的叶子扬起微笑，却不明白为何会觉得自己应该捡起那片疲惫的树叶，放入怀中再给它温暖。他不知她曾经来过。
那个晚冬，她的生命走到了尽头，而他却毫不知情。一片如丝绸和银片般柔软纯洁的雪花，飘落在他的睫毛上，他微笑地看着彩虹般的七彩水滴滑落，不知道为什么，甚至包括这微笑，他都想要落泪。他永远也不会知道，她曾经来过。
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.