By Joeki Chen 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 you Whoever finds this , I need you I even got no one to talk to So , whoever finds this , I love you Well , the old man's eyes searched the orphan's home And came to rest upon a child With her nose pressed up against the window pane And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last So he waved at her and smiled And they both knew they'd spend the winter Laughing at the rain And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain Talking through the fence Exchanging little gifts they've made for each other. The old man wold carve toys And the little girl would draw pictures fo beautiful ladies And they laughed a lot. But then one day, on the first of June The lttle girl ran to the fence -- the old man wasn't there. And , somehow she knew he was never coming beck. So she went back to her lttle room , took a crayon Whoever finds this , I love you Whoever finds this , I need you I even got no one to talk to So , whoever finds this , I love you So , whoever finds this , I love you
