门扉半掩，
                                          风，吹乱了灯火，
                                          残叶坠落季节的绳索。
                                          夜深，独坐，
                                          冰冷的手指拨动忧思的琴弦，
                                          古木上有火焰隐约，
                                          烟熏火燎，迷离盈眸。
                                          静听，天涯，传来轻柔的音，
                                          看画卷，笑颜豁达。
                                          知道我的沉寂，是最好的方式，
                                          致使你可以回去原乡？！
                                          原本，风一样的飘逸与安详。

                                          独自，案几旋研墨，
                                          素纸上，轻轻浅浅的描摹，
                                          唯有两个字的笔画，
                                          藏匿所有蚀骨的念与幽香，
                                          焚毁，忧郁和着酒一口饮下。

                                          你的图画，依旧，
                                          如锦葵探首我的木窗，
                                          重复，拈一朵花飞翔，
                                          飞翔到天堂。
                                          我懂得，是你寤寐时的梦望，
                                          只是，缘浅三千里明月桥。
                                          此生，我终将寂静无言语，
                                          沉寂在菩提树下，
                                          裹紧禅衣，听风，
                                          拂落肩头花絮，
                                          丝巾在风中飘，
                                          素淡的眼神望断前身奈何桥，
                                          只在这里静静的，写上一方素锦，