You wrote me a letter
During High school time.
Which
I had not replied.
But read it
Not once
Million times lonely and alone.
I know, I hurt you
May you afraid, 
Sometimes
some sprouting trees can not grow as wished, 
But memory remembered.
Your letter was lovely
As you are, 
What a imagination? 
later I met you many
But, you have not write a letter again.
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