窗外  依旧阴冷
                                阴气在空气中充斥着
                                看着镜子里的自己
                                僵硬如铁  忽然
                                觉得自己很可笑
                                我还是我自己吗
                                我只是一粒尘埃吗
                                我没有生机了

                                我知道有些时候
                                我会变得很尖锐
                                可冷情的现实  让我
                                不得不如此
                                虚伪  圆滑  利用
                                让我在这糜乱的世界
                                解读着苍白的人生
                                无奈自己