On dreary winter mornings,
I've put my faith in you
My three wheeling dynamic buggy
Usually have been late to work,
But you work the cold streets
Weaving in and out of traffic
Going the wrong way, sideways,
Just to get 2km to SOHO
What a relief to get there on time
My five kuai well spent
But my conscience is heavy
As I smell the dirty fumes
From the noisy three stroke engine
And remember my poor bike
Collecting Beijing dust inside
So from this day forward I say goodbye
Happy days they were, my san lun che
Spring is coming- have no excuse
But to use my own two feet
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