破旧的吉他 唯一的行囊，随便找个  有风的方向。 别人是我 眼里的风景，我在别人 手里的镜框。                                                                                          不做他们    希望的模样，我有自己  内心的倔强 。唱出的歌 没人愿意听， 写下的诗 没人欣赏。                                                                                       那又何妨，走在自己的路上，且吟也且唱。山高水长， 一叶扁舟逐浪，任西东飘荡。                                                                                               那又何妨，走在自己的路上，且歌也且狂。草绿沙黄， 西风难留夕阳，星月入梦乡。                                                                                                     像风一样，沉重的大地，  对天空的向往。 像梦一样， 禁锢的灵魂，对自由的渴望。