或许明天终将不在记忆， 
                                                                或许生命在虫声里栖息。  
                                                                或许一个下午便在失离， 
                                                                或许今朝永远不在孤僻。  

                                                                伴着钟声的叠影， 
                                                                在故事里唱神灵。 
                                                                唱一切的心情， 
                                                                唱万般的寂静。  

                                                                我的风里， 
                                                                搁着笔墨的余韵。  
                                                                消逝去，  
                                                                落尽的醉语…… 

                                                                浮华了天地， 
                                                                黯淡了黎明。  
                                                                消碎的海岸，  
                                                                归宿在空里。