~~阿福的孤单手记~~

I said "I have shut my heart, as one shuts an open door. That love may starve therein, and trouble me no more. But over the roofs there come, the wet new wind of May, and a tune blew up from the curb, where the street-pianos play. My room was white with the sun, and love cried out in me. I am strong, I will break your heart, unless you set me free."