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。