有一首歌是他教我的,叫做《爹地的小女儿》:你是我的彩虹,我的金杯,你是爹地的小小可爱的女儿……这几夜,常常梦到他,他隔了玻璃,远远地站着,进不了屋门。我叫他,他却很快地飘忽不见。接连几天,都是同样的梦境,于是很牵挂,我给他打电话,问他最近好吗?他说:“挺好的,只是有些想孩子,等有空的时候,想去看看。” There is a song he taught me, called “Daddy’s little daughter”: You are my rainbow, my golden cup, you are a little cute daddy daughter ... ... these few nights, often dreamed of him, he Across the glass, stand far, can not enter the house door. I called him, but he quickly disappeared. A few days later, are the same dream, so worried about, I called him and asked him recently okay? He said: “very good, but some want to have children, when available, want to see . ”