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车厢里没几个人

太早

都在瞌睡

只有他

捧着个老机子

放着几十年前的曲儿

眼睛咪成一条线

身子微微晃着

在陶醉... 

--阜城门车站到了

頓然睁开眼睛

慢慢起来

移向门口

深深的皱纹里

满满的流金岁月

头发染过

又露出白白的发根

侧身微笑一下

也不知是对谁

友善 又有点调皮

早前怕是个不省心的孩子... 

Reflection

By Ken Fan

Few people in the train,

Too early, 

All dozing off. 

Only him, 

Holding an old radio

That plays songs from years ago.

Eyes are almost closed,

With body shaking quietly, 

And intoxicated. 

-- Arriving Fuchengmen station! 

He opens up his eyes, 

Rises slowly,

And moves towards exit.

On the deep wrinkles,

All the memories.

Hair seems dyed,

Yet already revealed are the pale roots.

He turns and grins,

Not sure to whom, 

Friendly yet flirty, 

Must be a naughty kid long ago.