不要忘了，我还记得 
                                   记得你的味道，你的声音 
                                   就算你将再次用严厉的目光——阳光 
                                   刺伤我，我还是会用那些温暖 
                                   让你的音色温和，眼神有爱。 
                                   你还是不说话吗？比如幸福 
                                   罢了，我还会记得，天空 
                                   还是忘不了月亮，以及星辰 
                                   除了站在树下的月饼 
                                   我不知道还有谁认识你 
                                   同样出了和我一样鲜血的手足 
                                   和仅有的几支花么 
                                   在某个遥远的山上，我会记得他们 


                                   在某个遥远的天空，我会记得他们   
                                   这些个或那堆的疼痛 
                                   在不同方位拿着刺微笑 
                                   我也  同样假装微笑 
                                   就像时间看着命运苦笑一样 
                                   所以，我踩着这些走着   
                                   走着，走着...走着...... 
                                   二    走着 
                                  我把命运抛在空中 
                                  用不同角度看它下落 
                                  企图看清什么 
                                  似乎永远只能抓住梦中的 
                                  微薄气息，好证明自己活着 


                                  踉踉跄跄，蹒跚学步 
                                  爬过山山冈冈 
                                  站在小丘上大喊： 
                                  我看不清。 
                                  我看不清、我看不清、我看不清 
                                  回响着讽刺： 
                                  我看不清、我看不清 
                                  我看不清、我看不清、我看不清     
                                  回想者讽刺。 
                                  有的只是看不清的讽刺 
                                  命运仍旧站在那儿，那么华丽 
                                  那么骄傲地，有我的语言回答我 
                                  我看不清、我看不清、我看不清 


                                  终于，明了 
                                  梦的初衷不是梦，是现实 
                                  所以，一切又变得风轻云淡 
                                  天空依旧阴暗且清晰 
                                  似是永无休止的清晨。 
                                  前方还残留着夜的完美 
                                  终于，明了 
                                  夜的灰烬是黎明，不是光明 
                                  世界依旧沉眠 
                                  只是多了一份悸动而已 
                                  蓦然想起了比夜深的辽阔 
                                  比血殷切的红 
                                  和肆无忌惮的喷流 
                                  就像在死亡中的成长 
                                  比夕阳更疼痛，比陨落更残缺 
                                  我悔过，每一次的伤 
                                  每一次的破碎 
                                  每一次的凌乱 
                                  每一次的梦中幻境...... 


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