That very day, that chilly spring,
you left Mr. Gould, the ginger cat.
No more sitting on that mat, no,
towards freedom, that very spring.
You are the wind cutter,
the lawn trespasser,
the hill climber,
the freewheeling freewheeler,
you are you are
the bringer of groceries and mails,
conqueror of traffic jams and mountain trails,
you shower in rain drops and church bells.
Bearer of weight, bearer of pain,
my white feathered angel, white robed
ghost in the White City, my devil
take me away.
我的挚爱，我的坚定盟友!
好久没有拜访你