It wants only to be here tomorrow, dressed perhaps in the sleeve of a plaid shirt, nose pressed against the page, writing a few more dutiful lines while I gaze out the window and imagine Budapest or some other city where I have never been.
它只想明天还留在此地， 或许穿在 格子衬衫的袖子里， 鼻尖对准纸页， 尽职地多写几行。 而我，则向窗外望去， 想象着布达佩斯 或是别的 我还没去过的城市。