雨夜                                                           
气温骤降                                                                                                                                                                 
路边的樱花                           
在不经意间的凋零 ；                                                         
                                             
我点起一只烟                        
抽了一半                                 
风抽了一半                            
我没说话                               
风也没有；                                

只有初春的雨                         
在一直不停的下；    

抬头望着窗外  
仿佛今日的光阴
已被谁偷走 
留下的只有悲伤与寂寞 
它们正弥散在  
内心的每一个角落 。   

回忆着    
回忆着 
夜深了。。