一个春天的下午,火车隆隆穿过了东京市郊。我们这节车厢比较空,只有几个手牵孩子的家庭主妇和一些去购物的老人。列车在一个车站停下了。车门打开后,这个下午的宁静突然被一个大吵大嚷的男人打破了——这身穿工装、显然是喝醉了酒的汉子步履踉跄地走进了车厢,他长得五大三粗,身上十分肮脏。一上车, One spring afternoon, the train rumbles through the suburbs of Tokyo. Our car is empty, only a few hand-held housewives and some shopping goers. The train stopped at a station After the door opened, the quietness of the afternoon was suddenly broken by a noisy man - dressed in a tooling suit, apparently a drunken man walking impatiently into the compartment, dirty. A car,