The Letters (信件) - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)Written by:Leonard Cohen/Sharon RobinsonYou never liked to getThe letters that I sent But now you've got the gistOf what my letters meant You're reading them again The ones you didn't burn You press them to your lips My pages of concern I said there'd been a flood I said there's nothing left I hoped that you would come I gave you my address Your story was so long The plot was so intense It took you years to crossThe lines of self-defense The wounded forms appearThe loss the full extentAnd simple kindness here The solitude of strength I said there'd been a flood I said there's nothing left I hoped that you would come I gave you my address You walk into my room You stand there at my desk Begin your letter toThe one who's coming next Begin your letter toThe one who's coming next You never liked to getThe letters that I sent But now you've got the gistOf what my letters meant You're reading them again The ones you didn't burn You press them to your lips My pages of concern I said there'd been a flood I said there's nothing left I hoped that you would come I gave you my address Your story was so long The plot was so intense It took you years to crossThe lines of self-defense The wounded forms appearThe loss the full extentAnd simple kindness here The solitude of strength