WhenthegongsoundsteninthemorningandIwalktoschoolbyourlane,
EverydayImeetthehawkercrying, “Bangles, crystalbangles!”
Thereisnothingtohurryhimon, thereisnoroadhemusttake, noplacehemustgoto, notimewhenhemustcomehome.
IwishIwereahawker, spendingmydayintheroad, crying, “Bangles, crystalbangles!”
WhenatfourintheafternoonIcomebackfromtheschool，
Icanseethroughthegateofthathousethegardenerdiggingtheground.
Hedoeswhathelikeswithhisspade, hesoilshisclotheswithdust, nobodytakeshimtotaskifhegetsbakedinthesunorgetswet.
IwishIwereagardenerdiggingawayatthegardenwithnobodytostopmefromdigging.
Justasitgetsdarkintheeveningandmymothersendsmetobed,
Icanseethroughmyopenwindowthewatchmanwalkingupanddown.
Thelaneisdarkandlonelyandthestreet-lampstandslikeagiantwithoneredeyeinitshead.
Thewatchmanswingshislanternandwalkswithhisshadowathisside, andneveroncegoestobedinhislife.
IwishIwereawatchmanwalkingthestreetsallnight, chasingtheshadowswithmylantern.
