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我发现，她的盒子里珍藏着我的几封书信——属于她记忆的一些小小玩具。
怀着一颗怯怯的心，她从光阴的湍急乱流中偷来这些零碎琐细，然后说道：“它们只属于我自己！”
咳，如今已没人能用脉脉的深情来赎取这些东西，可它们依然还在这里。
这世上必定还有爱，能让她免于一无所获的厄运，正如她的这份爱意，用如许的痴心留住了这些书信。
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in her box—a few small toys for her memory to play with.
With a timorous heart she tried to steal these trifles from time's turbulent stream, and said, "These are mine only!"
Ah, there is no one now to claim them, who can pay their price with loving care, yet here they are still.
Surely there is love in this world to save her from utter loss, even like this love of hers that saved these letters with such fond care.