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

The 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 thisI love you

Whover finds thisI need you

I even got no one to talk to

Sowhoever finds thisI love you "

Wellthe 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