明天,女儿就要返回巴黎。今晚,她和同学聚会,到现在还没有回家。我睡不着,在二楼坐着等,到一楼门口站着等。透过大门的玻璃看着外面的小路,小路上只有小路,只有深夜,只有一点儿声音也听不见。可是我现在想听见声音,想听见是女儿回来了,哪怕结果看见走过去的不是女儿,那么它也是这深夜小路上很贵重的脚步声,因为我听见的时候会想,这大概是女儿了,我就会准备开门。这样地仔 Tomorrow, daughter will return to Paris. Tonight, she and her classmates have not returned home yet. I can not sleep, sitting on the second floor, etc., to the front door to stand and wait. Through the glass of the door, I looked out the path outside. There was only a trail in the path, only late at night, and only a little sound could not be heard. But now I want to hear the sound, want to hear it is my daughter came back, even if the result is not seen walking to go to her daughter, then it is also very valuable footsteps on this late night trail, because when I hear will think this is probably the daughter, I will prepare to open the door. Such as Aberdeen