From: Michel Noddy
To: ChunYan
Subject: I red it.
Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 03:59

Hi, Anne my love:

I red your greeting card.
thank you. i'll never forget the day.

i took away the clean sheet of the first envelop.
how? perhaps as possible as politely.
smelled. your smell! i couldn't distinguish the smell.
what kind of incense do you use?

it was surely in my remembrance.
how sweet you are! my dear! i call you "my love".
please, please accept it.
i truly want you to live with me even if
it might be only one day(or single night).

i know where your lips were put.
i feel your warm and chilly fingers on the paper.
i understand why you deny to tell me your address before.
the material brings you directly.

i opened the envelop with my saucer.
your greeting written in my language!
lovely kana-letters smiling as you do in usual.

you! your signature in your real hand.
you looked a little serious.
the time when you wrote it bending slightly forward
is recorded in the etching of your handwriting.

red is the color, you Chinese very fond of.
we sank into the color. that is the room for lovers
with 3 folded screen.

how can i stop the flavor evaporating?
how can i remember this smell?
can i recollect the smell after the flavor has gone away?

you wrote this greeting on 12/18.
it is important that the day was before you wrote me
your "my time was changed".
that is, you decided before you red my mails.

i call you "my love" even if it might be a momentary illusion.

kisses over your lips,
Michel
99/12/29

P.S.
i memorize 2 things for the future. don't care about them.

1. a battle ended.
2. thanks to my friend who brings to me some crops of his farm.