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， 
                                           三，两，行。