Last night, I stood outside my , near the . I was waiting for a friend to . It was getting dark and the above the was on. In my hand, I held my and my . The street was . A small was hanging next to the gate, moving softly in the wind. My felt cold in the evening air.
昨晚，我站在家门口，靠近大门的地方。 我正在等一位朋友过来。 天色渐晚，门上的灯已经亮了。 我手里拿着我的包和吉他。 街道很安静。 一面小旗子挂在大门旁边，在风中轻轻飘动。 晚风吹得我鼻子有点冷。
While I waited, I noticed little things. A woman walked by with a in her hand. Someone sat quietly on a inside their house. I heard a from another house far away, and saw a man with a big close his door. These small details always make the city feel alive to me. Sometimes, when I wait like this, I see many stories in one short .
在我等待的时候，我注意到了一些小事。 一位女士拿着扫帚走了过去。 有人静静地坐在自家屋里的椅子上。 我听到远处另一户人家传来鼓声，还看到一个腰间系着宽皮带的男人关上了门。 这些小细节总让我觉得这座城市充满生机。 有时候，像这样等待的时候，我能在短暂的片刻里看到许多故事。
