生活的琐碎，                               
总是扫不净，                               
香烟戒了几次，                            
可还是固执的在指间，                  
升腾着雾气，                              
骂自己没毅力，                           
可还是喜欢呆看着，                    
袅袅青烟飘游回旋，                    
慢慢消散在虚空里，                    
喧闹的世界，                              
多难得，                                   
片刻的宁静，                              
而立，而立，                              
扔掉烟蒂，                                 
吐尽浊气，                                  
继续前行，                                  
到了这个年纪，                           
总把软弱忧愁，                           
埋葬在心里，                               
大丈夫无所畏惧，                        
这是人们常说的道理，                  
好吧，                                         
要假装自己，                                
依然顶天立地                                
可是，                                         
这入喉的烈酒啊，                       
烧熔伪装的面具，                                                                         
躲藏着的小男孩，                                                                         
冲了出来，                                                                                   
寻找遗失的玩具，                                                                         
哭嚎着，                                                                                      
肆无忌惮，                                                                                     
歇斯底里，                                                                                    
到了这个年纪，                                                                             
未来的日子，                                                                                 
一眼看到底，                                                                                  
 庸庸碌碌，                                                                                      
平平无奇，                                                                                      
那尽头有一块墓碑，                                                                         
刻着生于何时，                                                                                
卒于何季，                                                                                     
仅此而已，                                                                                     
或许，                                                                                             
风会带来种子，                                                        
开出野百合与野蔷薇，
那多幸运，
至少它们知道，
有人长眠此地，
告诉人们，
此行珍重，
不虚此行。