有些路注定要一个人走
　
　                                                   所以我选择安静地走　
　
                                                      八月的凤凰花、

                                                      化成一地灿烂的红
　
　                                                   一月的天堂雪、

                                                      炫出一世刺眼的白　

　                                                  黑夜，

                                                     是灵魂特别清醒的时候　

　                                                  还没换上白天的各种伪装　

　                                                  我、是暗地的孩子　

　                                                  眼神游离地走在落叶凋零的秋天　

　                                                 在倾斜的墙角，肆意到孤独的风景：

　　                                             没有一只鸟飞过观望破碎的图画　

　                                                黑暗中　

　                                                我蜷着身子、盖上被　

　                                                安静的睡了。。。