She tries to see the world for just a few seconds

She is waiting at a red light, as always. Tired of work, she takes off her glasses and tries to see the world for just a few seconds.
Suddenly, the world changes.
Cars are gone. No new and old, small and large, funny shaped and good looking ones.
Traffic lights are gone. Red, green, yellow, it doesn't really matter.
Darkness opens its mouth and swallow every detail ruthlessly. All left is a world with colorful dots, moving and shining - like a sweet dream that is so vague, like a winter night with stars that decorate. Like a fairy tale on Christmas eve, joyful and full of hope.
For just a few seconds, she tries to see the world.
Now she sees it, she forgets her existence. Subconsciously, almost out of instinct she puts on her glasses again. Ah, all the missing details are back, sneakily. Old woman smoking in her car. People hurry crossing the street. Steel building. Shadows of trees under somber street lamps. She feels distracted, so she grabs her wheel, pinches her fingers into it.
Silence. Then, the light jumps from red to green. Hitting the gas, she reminds herself about the stop sign next corner and starts to wonder a completely different subject: where to park tonight?
This wonderful moment is then buried, naturally, like many other amazing moments. How long would it take for her to find it again? Who knows, maybe when she is walking in dark; maybe in her dream tonight; or maybe it takes her a life time -  and before she is tired at last and closes her eyes, she sees the colored dots ahead in darkness. She then flies towards them delightfully, with a thought shooting across her mind like a meteor. Ah, I've seen it somewhere...she finally murmurs.

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这种感觉，像是忘记了很久，却又从来没有忘记过。恍恍惚惚的，一辈子就过去了。
I look at other people whose minds have been occupied by various kinds of stuff, there is a feeling that is so subtle but yet so familiar coming to me - I was running or walking fast in a city. I turned my head from time to time and left some glimpses behind. Wind was blowing mildly and the sky was grey. My body was moving forward fast, but I kept turning my head and the wind messed with my hair so I had to lift my hand to pull the strand of hair back. When I stopped, that's the question, I never remember I stopped. But if I were to stop in the middle of the street, what would happen?