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

　　........

　　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？