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，破碎的闷响， 车流蜿蜒驶向城市， 看到无尽的红色尾，汽车血液供应。

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，光泽的油漆也闪闪发光，尾的红色反光玻璃在铅笔闪光时反光。它就在那里，寂静无光，所有的门都关上了。