用什么来记起所谓的回忆， 
                                  伤口有浅浅的疼， 
                                  灰色的雨空倒映着过去的影子。 
                                  就让回忆的梗， 
                                  长满思念的叶子； 
                                  再让时间一片片摘去， 
                                  让心可以自由地呼吸。 


                                  用一分钟寻找失去的记忆， 
                                  再用一分钟寻找失去的自己。 
                                  总有一天， 
                                  伤口也会变成回忆。 
                                  在岁月中疯长的， 
                                  不再清晰； 
                                  在岁月中消逝的， 
                                  却是回忆......