夜行车
午夜的春雨
唤醒了夜行车
墨绿的车皮摇着
茫然的木座椅
还有我的几丝银发
在昏暗的灯光里迷离
停了一站又一站
涌上一群又一群的少年
我寻找着鲜红
在人群中
寻找着你唇上的第一抹口红
在记忆中
停了一站又一站
停在了深秋的早晨
走下一群又一群的少年
融入雨后的彩虹
而你唇上的第一抹口红
依然摩挲着我的伤痛
Night train
Rain at midnight in spring,
wakes up the night train.
Dark green cars shake
the wandering wooden seat.
And my few silver hairs，
are blurred in dim light
One stop after another，
surge on bands of youths.
I’m looking for bright red,
in the crowd.
I’m looking for the first spread of lipstick on your lips
in my memory.
One stop after another,
the train reaches its destination in the late autumn morning,
Surge off bands of youths,
blend into the rainbow.
And the first spread of lipstick on your lips,
is still rubbing my pain.
xxx- Such powerful and vivid descriptions; I can picture the train and the journey you describe.
