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/Dear Zhao Lei,

I'm the one who wrote the letter, though you may not know who I am.

After all, I don't have any communication with you in life.

This is the 101st love poem I wrote to you.

It should be the last time.

I don't feel like writing love poems today. I just came to say goodbye.

One, I don't know if I have a satisfactory result before I don't do it.

I'm leaving.

I really like you very much, but it seems that this love will have a great impact on your life.

And I never got any response.

Unrequited love is really too hard, I already want to give up. ...

I'm sorry if what happened before affected your life. I won't bother you again.

Finally, I decided to use my real name to show you the truth.

I, Siren, like you Zhao Lei for a long time.

For a long time, I don't know how long. Anyway, I have chosen to give up.

May you always be healthy.

Siren writes. /

趙磊看著這封信一愣。雖然說，收到英文信這對他來說也已經(jīng)很正常了。畢竟這英文信永遠只出自一個人只手，只是她從來也沒有說明自己是誰，只在第一封英文信上寫了一句話。

“我用英文寫只是因為不知道你平日能收到多少封情書，但我想用一個獨特的方式，讓你知道寫的人是我。雖然我并不打算讓你知道我叫什么名字。因為我想我并沒有足夠多的勇氣能接受你避開我的程度?！?/p>

可這次并不同，他看到的第一個詞，就是署名。

這個署名他認識也知道。他不知道會不會有人和她重名，但他認識的，只有一個。

那個人，也是自己一直都很喜歡的人。

但好像發(fā)現(xiàn)，突然的就聯(lián)系不上她了。那她到底去哪里了...誰都聯(lián)系不上。

又像失聯(lián)，又像...從未出現(xiàn)過一般。