22:49:09 THE THIRD DAY OF FEBRUARY, 2020
A Wuhaner Xiao Hang (2)
I owe you and am now a good child of you,
That I will have one baby of mine later;
Promise me while you
Get metempsychosis you become my daughter!
then I will trace all the paces of loving-you
In remain of my life:
And every silent second,
Really own you.
Sure you bear my look just
As I have born with a feature of you.
But l beg you
Mama, please bless Papa-being isolated now, it is not
A right time to let him come along with you,
While I have tried madly hard
Every day to save his life, and yet
Regretted done so poorly when you sick, left
The pain fretted my heart.
I have been so far useless in this disaster.
Even if ten thousand arrows shot straight the heart
But without pulling them out
I could still keep my body stand straight.
Mama, please wait a little longer,
For the day of renewal will come
When my wishes make our family reunite,
rapt being，in Heaven and Earth.
Tonight please come to me!
In a dream one more last time,
Come to see me and talk to me!
Mama, please you have to come
And must come…
For holding me –
She is so lonely
Every minute and every
(Not took such long streaming days when the joining-virus somehow-made ate the tiny family of Wuhaner Hangs in the fantasized still)
Australia Sydney ： Wen Zheng Zhu (translator)