紫色的回忆 
                     
     “记忆是阵阵花香，我们说好谁都不能忘。拥抱紫色的梦想，难过却假装坚强，等待的日子你比我勇敢”。我的紫色天使，一定要比我幸福，很快我们还会再见面。                              ——题记           
                                     
                          因为缘，我们相守； 
                          因为无份，我们哭泣。 
                          蓝天的湛蓝，白云的洁白， 
                          夹带着紫色的记忆，阵阵花香， 
                          停歇不了的脚步与欢笑，在 
                          盛开的季节无言的苍老。 

                          车站的天使微笑着落泪， 
                          那呼啸而过的忧伤啊， 
                          那蓝色泪水浸湿的侧脸，散落的玫瑰花瓣 
                          迷迷蒙蒙， 
                          她说过 
                          直到我出现的那一刻它们才会盛放。 

                          盛夏的紫色光年， 
                          属于电影黑白胶卷的年代， 
                          流星划过屋顶刻下发光的伤痕。 
                          仰望星空的孩子， 
                          演奏着童话里的悲伤小调 
                          固执地说不会分离， 
                          渐渐的 
                          渐渐的长大。 
                           
                          因为缘，我们称兄道弟， 
                          滋生情感；因为无份， 
                          我们谋杀爱情，反目成仇。 
                          群山的眼睛起伏 
                          那亘古不变的情感，向着阳光悲伤。 
                 
                          站在最高的山顶尖叫， 
                          趁这个世界还没有察觉 
                          像风一样的自由奔跑， 
                          用肃杀的言语与喧嚣的城市决裂， 
                          激昂的气概迎风招展 
                          如同鲜红的幡旗。 

                          当我们像紫色的恋人相互依偎， 
                          听风的声音，时而微笑， 
                          时而落泪； 
                          当春天的脚步接近的时侯， 
                          整个世界只有我们在观赏落日的荒凉， 
                          有足够的勇气可以默默相守； 
                          当撒野的松鼠争抢着果实 
                          穿行枝芽，行人熙攘， 
                          我们如同紫色的恋人相枕而眠， 
                          彼此温暖，直到时间停歇。 

                          漆黑如翼的城市， 
                          车辆的兽阵危险闪掠， 
                          你孩子般的胆怯紧缩在我的怀抱。 
                          一直走一直走， 
                          沿着铅直的昏暗街道， 
                          相同的步伐前行没有终点， 
                          誓言地老和天荒也无所畏惧。 

                          但 
                          这杨柳般飘飞的离别哀愁啊 
                          还是被现实的灯光灼伤， 
                          灰飞烟灭。 

                          车站旁的天使哭泣， 
                          那呼啸而过的忧伤啊， 
                          那一声珍重里泪水的份量， 
                          迷迷蒙蒙。 
                          童话故事的尾声， 
                          我们以朋友尊称，等待在紫色的光年 
                          选择苍老， 
                          并且无比幸福。