Whoever Finds This，I歌词
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 this , I love