I lift my head, feeling the night breezes, hearing laughter below, the muffled smash of a bottle breaking, the traffic snaking up towards the city, seeing the endless red stream of tail-lights, an automotive blood supply.
我抬起头,感受着晚风, 听到下面的笑声,瓶子破碎的闷响, 车流蜿蜒驶向城市, 看到无尽的红色尾灯,汽车血液供应。