我不得不承认，狂欢节的那天夜里，我和马克、肯三个人都喝醉了酒。当时，唐人街的大道上飘着纷纷扬扬像雾一样的细雨，相对纽约的其他地方，这里显得太冷清了一点。我的宝马车像箭一样穿梭在雨雾里，马克还在杰克逊的摇滚乐里晃动着身子，随着音乐的节奏大叫：“快，快一点， I have to admit that on the night of Carnival, I and Mark and Ken were all drunk. At that time, the rain on the streets of Chinatown floated like a fog. It was too cold compared to the rest of New York. My BMW shuttles like an arrow in the rain and fog, and Mark sways in Jackson’s rock and roll and yells at the rhythm of the music: “Quick, quick,