She is waiting, waiting for the indication to walk from the traffic light. Cars shoot past in front of her, pedestrians shuttle back and forth beside her. This seems to be her daily rhythm. Although she has been crossing this same cross-crossing for the last two years, passengers faces are still unfamiliar; strangers as always. Has she ever paid attention on the things around her? Everyday, no matter sunshine or rain, as long as she has to go to work, she has to walk this cross-crossing. Standing on the same spot in front of this zebra crossing for two years and the only thing on her mind is the traffic light post on the opposite side of the road; waiting for the red light to turn to green. To then rush across the road and catch the double deck bus.
她,在等著,等著紅綠燈的指引。車子,在她前面疾駛而過;途人,在她身傍穿穿插插。這些,似乎成了她生活中 的定律。雖然在這個十字街頭跑了三年,人群中的面孔對她而言,陌生如舊。她從不曾用心去留意過吧?每天無論是晴天,雨天;只要是工作天,她都要經過這個十 字路口。這三年間的每一天,只要她站在那裏,在她的眼中就只有對面路旁的那盞紅綠燈。似乎,她的心裏就只有一件事,就是等待著紅燈轉綠。然後匆匆的趕上在 對路準時到達的雙層巴士。匆匆的踏上回家的歸途。
她,在等着,等着红绿灯的指引。车子,在她面前疾驶而过;途人,在她身傍穿穿插插。
这些,似乎成了她生活中的定律。虽然在这个十字街头跑了三年,人群中的面孔对她而言,陌生如旧。她从不曾用心去留意过吧?每天无论是睛天雨天,只要是工作 天,她都要经过这个十字路口。这三年间的每一天,只要她站在那裹,在她的眼中就只有对路旁的那盏红绿灯。似乎,她的心裹就只有一件事,就是等待着红灯转 绿。然後匆匆的赶上在对路准时到达的双层巴士。匆匆的踏上回家的归途。