“You can’t sing like this,” the owner said, shaking his head. The musician tried to answer, but no sound came out. She had lost her voice, since last night. The smell of grilled meat filled the cool Istanbul air. ", you need rest, not this cold street," he added, his voice full of .
“你不能这样唱歌，”摊主摇着头说。 这位音乐家试图回答，但发不出任何声音。 她其实从昨晚就开始失声了。 烤肉的香味弥漫在凉爽的伊斯坦布尔空气中。 “总之，你需要休息，而不是待在这条寒冷的街上，”他补充道，声音充满了关切。
", I have a plan," she wrote on a small notebook. The man looked surprised. ", I thought you were just a traveller, but you play music too?" he asked while preparing a sandwich. She nodded slowly. The night was ending, and the first light made the city look calm and soft. ", I cannot perform now," she whispered silently, feeling but grateful for his kindness.
“幸运的是，我有一个计划，”她在一个小笔记本上写道。 男人看起来很惊讶。 “对了，我以为你只是个旅行者，没想到你还会弹奏音乐？”他一边准备三明治一边问道。 她慢慢地点了点头。 夜幕即将结束，第一缕晨光让这座城市看起来宁静而柔和。 “很遗憾，我现在不能表演了，”她无声地低语，感到沮丧但又感激他的好意。
After a moment, the man smiled and handed her a warm tea. "Actually, this tea will help your throat," he explained. "You must take care of yourself before the next show." She took the cup carefully, the heat warming her cold fingers. "Anyway, thank you. I will rest here, and tomorrow, I will try to sing again," she wrote with hope. The street noise started to grow, but inside the small stall, a quiet friendship was born, as the morning light.
片刻之后，男人温柔地笑了笑，递给她一杯热茶。 “其实，这茶对你的嗓子有好处，”他解释道。 “下次演出前你必须好好照顾自己。” 她小心翼翼地接过杯子，热气温暖了她冰冷的手指。 “总之，谢谢你。我会在那里休息，明天，我会再试着唱歌，”她充满希望地写道。 街道上的噪音开始变大，但在小摊位里，一段安静的友谊诞生了，它像晨光一样细腻。
