老约翰和儿子托尼走在去白水河捕鱼的路上。太阳还没出来。老约翰开着车,他喜欢看清晨空空如也的街道,凉爽的风把黑漆漆的路上的纸屑吹了起来。这些天来,他的心如同这街道一样空。当他日益年老,孤独也便如影随形。出了城,老约翰放慢了车速。黑暗的天空慢慢变 Old John and son Tony go fishing on the White River. The sun has not come out yet. Old John driving a car, he likes to see the empty streets of the morning, the cool wind blew up the confetti on the dark road. These days, his heart is as empty as this street. As he grows older, loneliness goes hand in hand. Out of town, Old John slowed down. Dark sky slowly changing