Max holds two red balloons at the park gate. One string is long, and one is short.
麦克斯在公园门口拿着两个红气球。一根线很长，一根线很短。
He ties the short string to his wrist. The long one dances above his head.
他把短的那根系在手腕上。长的那根在他头顶上跳舞。
A gust pulls the long string from his fingers. The balloon rises over the swings.
一阵风把长线从他手里扯走。气球升到秋千上方去了。
Max runs, but red is already a small dot. He looks at his wrist and sighs.
麦克斯追着跑，可红色已经变成了一个小点。他看看自己的手腕，叹了口气。
Near the slide, a little girl cries for a lost balloon. Max looks at his wrist, then at her face.
滑梯旁边，一个小女孩因为丢了气球而哭。麦克斯看看自己的手腕，又看看她的脸。
He unties the string and places it in her hand. Two red balloons are gone, but two smiles remain.
他解开线，把气球放进她的手里。两个红气球不见了，却留下两个笑容。