硪、只是新人。

                                                                             我，感觉到了酸涩
                                                                                   那一罐子的糖
                                                                             是我对幸福的最初认识
                                                                                   成熟了、长大了
                                                                                  那一句句的问候
                                                                            是我对幸福的深入认识


                                                                                    也许，后来
                                                                                     当我老了
                                                                                  那平凡的日子
                                                                                    才是幸福
                                                                                   未来，以后
                                                                                   如今，现在


                                                                                  一切，所有
                                                                                  都已经不重要
                                                                              一切，都变的渺茫
                                                                                   却在显微镜下
                                                                                   有变的如此硕大


好、                                                                                  雨

                                                                                 背着光
                                                                                     顺着风
                                                                                     冒着雨
                                                                                  泥泞，坑洼
                                                                                   雨水，泪水
                                                                                    润湿眼眶
                                                                                    划过嘴角


                                                                                  嘴角，上扬
                                                                                        45°
                                                                                  微笑，前进
                                                                                  努力，保持
                                                                                       45°
                                                                                      成功
                                                                             两天宽阔、笔直的
                                                                                   分叉路
                                                                                       90°


Over、

past2           谁是谁的谁

                                                                                           曾经，不知道过了多久
                                                                                                    改变，令人发指
                                                                                        熟悉的旋律，多了悲伤的背景
                                                                                         总以为坚强，是自己的本色
                                                                                            原来，那是自己的伪装


                                                                                                        折翼的鸟
                                                                                        失去的不是自由，而是青春
                                                                                         流年浮华，谁懂谁的骄傲？
                                                                                                  人生之巅，荣耀
                                                                                                 不再是想要的颜色
                                                                                            可曾想过，人生的意义？


                                                                                 封存的记忆，定格了所有的期冀
                                                                                          往事回忆，有多少的深刻？
                                                                                             走到边缘，无路可退
                                                                                             萧瑟的风，一路向北
                                                                                            分道扬镳，各自的追求
                                                                                          不愿去回想，不愿去伤痛


                                                                                         每个轮回，总像是折磨
                                                                                        惩罚自己，精神却被摧残
                                                                                        只有当失去，才懂得珍惜
                                                                                          明媚的双眸，蓦然回首
                                                                                     一路走来，有那么多的拥有
                                                                                            却也有那么多的失去