空阶滴雨

When I was on the bus,

My phone was in my pocket.

But when I got off,

My phone had flied.

Where’s my phone?

Where’s my phone?

The one who took it knew.

You will never come back,

My phone.

And I will buy a new one to instead you .

Goodbye, my phone.

Thank you for accompanying me so long time.

Goodbye ,my phone.

You had flied.