草坪,碎石,院门,沥青。草坪,碎石,院门,沥青。天还没有下雪。我穿着睡衣,站在窗前,注视着外面。我得站在这儿,一直等到她来。草坪,碎石,院门,沥青。我得目不转睛,一眼不眨。我有些冷。黑色比灰色好看,灰色比棕色好看,但白色是最好看的颜色。冰箱安静下来。我听见丽娜在楼上房间里走动,她先将一盘磁带放入音响,接着又把它停住。她肯定是在倒带。我忍不住眨了眨眼睛。我听见爸爸在客厅吭了几声。“嘿,猫咪。”他柔声地喊。 Lawn, gravel, courtyard door, asphalt. Lawn, gravel, courtyard door, asphalt. It’s not snowing yet. I am wearing pajamas, standing in front of the window, watching outside. I have to stand here and wait until she comes. Lawn, gravel, courtyard door, asphalt. I have to turn a blind eye, a blink. I am a bit cold. Black looks better than gray, gray looks better than brown, but white is the best looking color. The refrigerator is quiet. I heard Rina walking upstairs in the room, she put a tape into the sound, then stopped it again. She is definitely rewinding. I could not help but blinked. I heard my father in the living room sounded a few times. “Hey, cat.” He cried softly.