深呼吸

                                                                       
                                                            这一定又是你的手  

                                                               轻弹着

                                                         在这深夜，稠密的悲思

                                                           我不禁颊边泛上了红
                                                         
                                                         静听着

                                                     这深夜里，弦子的生动

                                                      一声从我心底穿过，

                                                        忒凄凉

                                                      我懂得，但我怎能应和？    

                                                     生命早描定她的样式，  

                                                     太薄弱


                                                       是人们的美丽想象。

                                                            除非在梦里有这么一天，
                                              
                                                            你和我

                                                          同来攀动那根希望的弦。