家是让我的眼泪轻轻风干的地方。

Home is where my tears are gently dried.

youdao

我感受着风，从沉闷的屋子里走出的孩子，面对呼呼风中垂挂的潮湿衣服，他相信，眼泪是可以风干的。

I feel the wind out of the room from dull child, in the face kick into gear in the wind hanging wet clothes, he believed that, tears can be dried.

youdao

所以我们没让眼泪流遍眼球，它们风干了。

So we don't spread tears across our eyes and they wind up drying out.

youdao