我什至放弃了一段时间,在房间的窗户旁边停下来,看着灯光和深深的街道。那是一种垂死的形式,与这样的城市失去了接触。
(I even gave up, for a while, stopping by the window of the room to look out at the lights and deep, illuminated streets. That's a form of dying, that losing contact with the city like that.)