It was there all right, the chromium and glossy paint shining a little even in the dark, and the red reflector glass of the tail-lights shining back at the pencil flash. It was there, silent, lightless, all the doors shut.

一切都很好，即使在黑暗中，铬和泽油漆也闪闪，灯红色反玻璃在铅笔闪时反。它就在那里，寂静无，所有门都关上了。

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，感受着夜风， 听到楼下传来，酒瓶破碎闷响， 车辆蜿蜒向城市驶去， 看到那无尽红色灯长河，仿佛是汽车血液供应。

So, we're going along, and the rain's coming down, windshield wipers are going, and the red taillights are our North Star.

所以，我们一路前行， 雨下个不停，雨刷在刮着， 红色灯就是我们北极星。