A2–B10:33
I walk past the food cart on the corner.
我走过街角的小吃车。
The smell of frying oil hits me.
油炸的味道迎面扑来。
It reminds me of home.
这让我想起家。
But home is far away now.
但家现在很远。
I stand there for a minute.
我在那里站了一分钟。
The steam warms my face.
热气温暖我的脸。
I almost buy some.
我差点买一些。
But I keep walking.
但我继续走。
The smell stays with me.
那气味留在我身边。
It is sad and sweet.
又悲伤又甜蜜。
Like a love I lost.
像一段失去的爱情。
I will remember this night.
我会记住这个夜晚。
梦琪
The scent of evening streets
by @mengqi62