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，即使黑暗中，铬和光泽的油漆也闪闪发光，尾灯的红色反光玻璃铅笔闪光时反光。那里，寂静无光，所有的门都关上了。

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， 听到楼下传来的笑声，酒瓶破碎的闷响， 车辆蜿蜒向城市驶去， 看到那无尽的红色尾灯长河，仿佛是汽车的血液供应。

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，雨刷刮着， 红色尾灯是我们的北极星。