你背离尊卑的行囊远行时
                                                               阳光正灿烂
                                                               我落寞的长眸中
                                                               有雨      是
                                                               无约而来的客人
 
                                                                不要说     记忆的步伐
                                                                总能定格眼底的温柔
                                                                不要说     无端的思绪
                                                                总能燎原黄昏中的故乡
                                                                在别人的城市里
                                                                种植漂泊的根
                                                                其实是心与路的较量
                                                                出门在外
                                                                影子是孤行的帆
                                                                自己才是自己的岸
 
                                                                望不断
                                                                你远行时的那条小路
                                                                却    从不敢看天上明月
                                                                是圆盘    固能收割我饱满的相思
                                                                怕只怕     清瘦的弦月
                                                                也勾去我弯弯的情愁