Outside a far-away station Some kids playing rope skipping Splashing out one drop after another Ripples of laughter An old man smoking pipe Puffing out one after another Rings of nostalgia Some bus stops stood aloof on the lonely streets The wire poles were grey and hostile, pointing Toward a strange direction Empty buildings with scattered graffiti dispersedly intertwined Taking shape of an impressionism picture of which I could only recognize the sky The same to that of elsewhere, the blue Above you and me, the kids and the old man Whispered gently of a forgotten lullaby --

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