I look out a window, and I hope to find you;
The window, my only hope.
When it’s dark, the sun passes through this very window to light up the room, and me,
When it’s cold, the warmth of the sunlight reaches me only because of this window.
When it’s sunny, the window opens to let me experience the slightest of joy,
When it rains, the water droplets on this window remind me it is okay to cry.
This window, it is my only hope.
I look out a window, and I hope to find you,
Walking somewhere outside on the street someday,
Walking among the crowd, searching for me, just as I search for you, everyday.
This window, I hope you recognize it as mine;
My savior, my companion, and my support.
I hope you recognize it, just as I do, and I hope you know where to come.
I hope you look at this window, just as I do, and walk straight in.
This window, it’s always here,
Summer, monsoon, winter, autumn,
It stands right here, upright and aware.
It knows everything, it sees everyone, this window,
and it waits for you too.
Panting in summer, shivering in winter, cherishing the rain, and playing with the snowflakes, someday, it might just see you.
I look out a window and I hope to find you;
this window, my only hope.