比尔很年轻的时候,他们曾经相爱过。多少个夜晚,两人一起散步,一起聊天。后来,为了点小事,闹崩了。一气之下,她嫁了个自认为她爱的人。比尔走开了,心里对女人恨恨的。 昨天,她穿过华盛顿广场时,看见了他。多少年了,还是第一次。 “比尔·沃克。”她喊了一声。 他停下脚步,没能一眼认出她来,他觉得 When Bill was young, they loved each other. How many nights, two people walk together, chat together. Later, in order to point a small matter, downtown collapsed. Angrily, she married a person who thinks she loves. Bill walked away, the heart of a woman bitterly. Yesterday, she saw him as she crossed Washington Square. How many years, for the first time. “Bill Walker,” she cried. He stopped and could not recognize her at a glance, he thought