黑夜的烟花
                                                                                   依然在脑海闪现
                                                                                     平静的河面
                                                                                        还有一丝涟漪
                                                                                     对待生活的希望
                                                                                       总是残存欲火
                                                                               我在神圣的光芒中堕入红尘
                                                                            也想在秋末的最后一片落叶下
                                                                                           安顿此生