你曾说 希望就似天空的叹息
                                    如同暖流一样流向北方
                                    滋润了迷失的人们
                                    和那一颗又一颗暗淡的心灵
                                    
                                    他们的眼光总是那么的独到
                                    他们总是那么的不择手段
                                    摧毁你家乡的稻田
                                    每一个冬至  
                                    你和枯萎的草
                                    随北风缭乱
  
                                    很久以前 你常跟我说起
                                    南西伯利亚的丹尼索娃
                                    小女孩曾在洞穴嬉戏文明
                                    每一个晚春  
                                    火与工具像哀伤的齿轮
                                    转动了语言的赫兹
                                    
                                    时光轰炸我的记忆和思绪
                                    像碎片一样洒落满地
                                    我忘了你的容颜和声音
                                    但是 
                                    我忘却不了曾今与你一起的每一个黑夜
                                    你为我弹奏海顿的第33钢琴奏鸣曲
                                    至今  我任然遐想
                                    我是造字的仓颉
                                    我会把相见与相恋
                                    编造成永恒不朽的诗篇
                                    这样你就乖巧的像迷一样安静