Most of the moments seen from the window are with emotions,
the sky, the traffic and other windows, light or dark.
the window of my hometown, the window of the apartment,
the window of the hotel, the window of the classroom,
each window together into a sea of silence.
You can light any window, but where is the window that belongs at home
每次从窗口看出去的时刻大多都是带着情绪的，天空、车流和其他或明或暗的窗。
家乡的窗，公寓的窗，酒店的窗，教室的窗...
每一个窗口连在一起凝成一片沉默的海。你可以点亮任何一个窗口，可哪里才属于家
Seems to always habitually pull down the curtain, can not see will not think.
I used to fantasize that every place I lived was home.
好像总是习惯性拉下窗帘，看不到就不会去想。
我曾幻想每个住处都是家