I recognized him, standing at the end of the platform with the same trim mustache he's had since I was a kid. I sized him up: beige windbreaker, jeans, slicked-backhair.
我认出了他,站在月台上,蓄着自我儿时起就蓄着的胡子,哔叽尼的风衣,牛仔裤,头发光滑的向后梳着。
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He had seen dozens of sneering pretty boys with slicked-backhair who could barely read a high c, and here was this shy, awkward pianist who seemed like he could scrawl a symphony in his sleep.