一封信开始行走,载满言说。手指将自己的意图告诉白纸时,信笺开始了自己的命运。世界给予我们命运,思念给予信件命运。安静的信笺躺在信箱时,怀着忐忑的心情承受命运。一封装满庞大心灵的密件无法主宰自己,正如每个人无法主宰自己。绿色的铁皮信箱一直等待,在下午的某个时刻开启,寄件人焦急地期盼这一刻。 A letter began to walk, filled with words. When fingers tell their own intentions to the white paper, the letterhead begins its own destiny. The world gives us fate, missing letter to give the fate. Quiet letterhead lying in the mailbox, with fickleness to bear the fate of. A dense mind filled with huge hearts can not dominate itself, just as everyone can not dominate themselves. Green tin mailbox has been waiting, at some time in the afternoon open, the sender anxiously looking forward to this moment.