第1封:写给你假如人生不曾相遇,我还是那个我。偶尔做做梦,然后,开始日复一日的奔波,淹没在这喧嚣的城市里。我不会了解,这个世界还有这样的一个你,让人回味,令我心醉。假如人生不曾相遇,我不会相信:有一种人一认识就觉得温馨,有一种人可以百看不厌。第2封:写给幸福一直以为幸福在远方,在可以追逐的未来。后来才发现,那些拥抱过的人、握过的手、唱过的歌、流过的泪、爱过的人、所谓的曾经,就是幸福。在无数的夜里,说过的话、打过的电话、看过的电影、流过的眼 The first one: to you If life has not met, I am still me. Occasionally dreaming, and then began to run day after day, submerged in the noisy city. I do not know, this world there is such a you, memorable, I am intoxicated. If life has not met, I will not believe: there is a kind of people feel warm feel, there is a person can never tire of. No. 2: Write to Happiness Always thought of happiness in the distance, in the chase of the future. Later it was discovered that those who hugged, held hands, sung songs, tears flowing, loved ones, the so-called once, is happiness. In countless nights, words spoken, phone calls, movies seen, eyes flowing through