记忆里,温暖的下午,温暖的声线,仿佛还在无比轻柔地念着: If thou must love me,let it be for nought Except for love's sake only.Do not say "I love her for her smile...her look...her way Of speaking gently,...for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day" ……