多少年过去,我还是会从梦中惊醒,窗外午夜的路灯,总是投下橘黄的光,在地上留下斑斓的光影,诉说着它的温暖与孤独。我时常会想起他,然后涌起一阵不可名状的难过,常常会阴郁的一直坐到天空泛白。我仍记得那个地方。四周都是繁华的商业楼,但在潮湿的一隅,有一座破烂的双层仓库,那里面有一架楼梯,楼梯顶端是扇极大的椭圆形的褐色玻璃窗,阳光时常透过它照进来,可 How many years have passed, I still awakened from my dreams. The midnight lights of the street always cast an orange light, leaving gorgeous light and shadow on the ground, telling its warmth and loneliness. I often think of him, and then a burst of indescribable sadness, often gloomy until the sky panned. I still remember that place. Surrounded by bustling commercial buildings, in the damp corner there is a dilapidated two-storey warehouse with a staircase at the top of which is a large, oval, brown-glazed window, through which sunlight often shines, can