沉闷是自由的枷锁，                                                  禁锢着那没有生气的躯干。                                       匿迹了的心如一潭死水，                                          任凭巨石如何锤砸，                                                  也惊不起半点波澜。                                                    桥上的行人，                                                             望着月光，                                                                渐渐消逝了，                                                             变成了窗外的画。                                                     猫头鹰挺立树头，                                                     贪婪的吮吸着月亮的乳汁。                                      月亮，                                                                        却将月光洒向万物。