The sodium lights glitter as the sounds of the city filter up into the night air, engines revving, doors slamming.

当城市的声音渗入夜空，引擎转动，关门声时，钠灯闪闪发光。

Half the sodium lights had been shot out, and the odd remaining one flickered intermittently, as if uncertain whether it was safe to shine.

一半的钠灯已经熄灭， 剩下的几盏灯断断续续地闪烁着，好像不确定是否可以安全地发光。

On the other side of the square, in the half-light, we saw a crouching figure, a body on the ground under the sodium lights.

在广场的另一边， 在昏暗的灯光下， 我们看到一个蹲伏的身影，钠灯下的地上有一具尸体。

I lay in the dark, watching the sodium light filter through my blinds on to my newly painted ceiling, and waited for it to stop.

我躺在黑暗中，看着钠灯透过我的百叶窗过滤到我新粉刷的天花板上， 等待它停止。

I lay in my oversized bed and stared out of the window at the sodium lights of the street, until dawn – finally, thankfully – brought me a few precious hours of sleep.

我躺在超大床上，凝视着窗外街上的钠灯，直到黎明——谢天谢地——终于给我带来了几个宝贵的睡眠时间。