夜色深了,顾客们多已离去,咖啡店门前的餐桌旁只剩下一位老人,独自坐在灯光映照着的树叶投下的阴影里。白天,这条街上总是尘土飞扬;入夜,露水洗净厂空气里的灰尘。虽然这位老人的耳朵已聋了,他却能感觉到此刻万籁俱寂,一扫白日那熙攘的喧闹,因此他喜欢坐在这里度过漫漫长夜。店堂里的两个侍者看出老人已经微醺了。尽管他是老主顾,但他们知道,一旦喝到酩酊大醉,他也会不付钱就走的,所以他俩注意着他。 The darkness was dark and the customers had left, leaving only an elderly man beside the table in front of the coffee shop, sitting alone in the shadow cast by the leaves of the light. During the day, the street was always dusty; at night, dew washes the dust in the air of the factory. Although the old man’s ears were deaf, he could feel the silence of the moment and the bustling noises of the day, so he loved to sit there for a long night. The two waiters in the shop saw that the old man was slightly sick. Although he is a patron, but they know that once drunk, he will not pay to go, so they pay attention to him.