Whoever finds this，I love you 
On the quiet street in the city                              
A little old man walked alone 

Shuffing 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
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 there
And, somehow  she know  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.'