模糊的回忆中
飘浮着些许幻然的泡沫   
那些破碎的                                                                                            
漫漫融进了我的灵魂                                        
是一种怎样    模糊的记忆                                                                                    
飘浮着些许幻然的的遥远                                 
吞噬了希望                                               
让漂泊的脚步                                         
突然走进宋词                                               
化成断肠的古道                                        
剩下的                                                                                                                               
依然
在自己的脚步中
等待风的诉说
原来那只是一杯只苦不醇的隔夜茶