一当我再次邂逅你的时候,我又是回家的旅人了。我携着或喜悦或忧戚的心情站在你面前,可你仿佛从未改变。你从来都是沉默的,默默地听着孤独的路人唱着悲伤的歌,等待着老古董般的公车来自远方的轰鸣,然后倾听着我,我们,我们一群人的嬉笑怒骂,直到你身旁小店昏黄的光终于不再亮,才缓缓睡去。我不知道你这一生过得有多长,但是在我四年前遇见你的那一刻起,就注定在我的一生里会留下你的身影。 When I met you again, I was a traveler back home again. I stand in front of you with joy or sad mood, but you never seem to change. You’ve always been silent, silently listening to solitary passersby singing sad songs, waiting for the old antique bus roar from afar, and then listen to me, us, we laugh at a group of people cursed until you Dim shop dim light is finally no longer bright, just slowly go to sleep. I do not know how long you have lived, but the moment I met you four years ago, I was doomed to leave you in my life.