我看着大道。 我算上车了。 看起来每个男孩都会去睡觉，似乎很难过，这些男孩每天都会记得几年前和父母一起旅行的旧车。

I watch the avenue. I count the cars. It seems sad to think that in each car boys go to sleep, and that each of these boys will one day remember the old car in which years ago he traveled with his parents.