The night train to the coast leaves at half past ten.
开往海岸的夜车十点半发车。
I have a window seat, a bottle of water, and a book I probably will not read. The carriage is half empty. A man across the aisle sleeps with his coat over his face. Two friends whisper in a language I do not know.
我有一个靠窗的座位、一瓶水，还有一本我大概不会读的书。车厢里空着一半。过道对面，一个男人把外套盖在脸上睡着了。两个朋友用我听不懂的语言低声交谈。
At midnight the train stops in a small town. Nobody gets on. The doors open, the cold air comes in, and then the doors close again.
午夜，火车在一个小镇停下。没有人上车。车门打开，冷空气涌进来，然后车门又关上了。
I watch the fields through the glass. There are no lights for a long time, only the moon on the water in the ditches.
我透过玻璃望着田野。很长一段时间里没有灯光，只有月光照在沟渠的水面上。
Around two o'clock I fall asleep and dream about a house with a yellow door.
大约两点，我睡着了，梦见一座有黄色门的房子。
I wake up when the train slows down. The sea is on my left, grey and calm, and the first birds are moving over the beach. The city appears in the morning light, and I am almost sorry that the journey is over.
火车减速时我醒了过来。大海在我左边，灰蒙蒙的，很平静，第一批鸟正飞过海滩。城市出现在晨光里，我几乎有些遗憾旅程结束了。