My dear daughter
I saw you standing on the windowsill
Said「hello, long train, bye-bye, long train」
When every train was crossing downstairs last spring
My dear daughter, I wonder if a young vagrant
Once heard your pleasant voice
When he raised his head and looking out at this empire city
My dear daughter, I’m sorry
l only wrote a half poem for your three years birthday
Spring gone, winter coming, everyone is blocked by Wuhan Pneumonia
2020.3.28, before dawn
2021.12.22, midnight, Yanjiao