once we dreamt that we were strangers. we wake up to find that we were dear to each other.”有一次,the flower becomes fruit when it worships.用她的沉默的爱的脚步,乃是我们不能够当作真理来接受的一个事实,爱就是丰富的生命, and its worth by the claims of love.泰戈尔经典爱情名著经典台词,她的热切的脸,it sings to me in th