的声音轻轻的在车里荡漾着：
On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hear
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year（any time of year） you can find it here
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时光如此慵懒，不曾光顾这辆车子。安静如此美妙，只希望能开到永久。
当车子停在机场的时候，恍如大梦初醒。
取票，候机，登机，下机，又是开车的人开车，坐车的人坐车。
京城的夜色很美，却很喧嚣，没有氛围的歌也只是一段音符罢了。
张导下车，背着那个大大的背包，背影没入嘈杂的夜色，挺拔依旧，却是没了苍松的感觉。
回到家，不想洗漱，整个人埋在沙发里，静静的的看着那张“偷”来的分镜头剧本。
画中的人目光如水，自己也很美，不是吗？