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， 红色尾就是我们的北极星。

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，酒瓶碎的闷响， 车辆蜿蜒向城市驶去， 看到那无尽的红色尾，仿佛是汽车的血液供应。

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，即使在黑暗中，铬和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。