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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 stranger 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, spring is coming, with new coronavirus

2020.3.28, before dawn