Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you? 　　我们初次相遇，难道真的是六十二年前吗？ 　　It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small caf

Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did I forget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would clutch my rifle tightly to my hear

I remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family. 　　一年后，你轻轻地把我的手放到你的腹前，对着我的耳朵悄悄透露这个让我欣喜若狂的好消息：我

    时光再次辗转，即将进入九月，我们的记忆也被染成金黄色。秋色，是滤过春的轻佻、夏的浮躁、冬的寂聊之后，一年中最温暖、最丰富、最成熟的美。1960年，词作者Tom Jones以诗人的细腻情怀，记录下了关于秋的咏叹——“Try to Remember”（《常追忆》）

Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you?    It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small cafe in Hanover Square.   From the moment