现在正是凌晨四五点的时候,我独自一人在空荡荡的大街上转悠。此时的城市已失去了白日的繁荣,余下的只是死一般的沉寂,有几家酒吧已经开始营业,摇曳不定的灯光透过冰冷的窗户投在大街上,留下几道苍白而无力的光亮。我推开一家酒吧的大门,里面只有零零星星的几个客人。低沉的音乐在并不怎么宽敞的酒厅里回响,催眠一般。 Now it is four or five in the morning, I walk alone in the empty streets. At this time the city has lost its daytime prosperity, the rest is just dead silence, a few bars have begun to operate, swaying lights cast in the streets through the icy windows, leaving a few pale and powerless bright. I pushed open the door to a bar where there were only a few guests who were sporadic. Low-pitched music echoed in a not-so-spacious lounge, hypnotic.