亲爱的，我就要走了，
在这灯火辉煌的黑夜。
未名湖畔常伴着垂柳，
断肠桥头依旧着风雪 。                                                                      
只是，不会再有我了，                                                                                
就像古树没了一片枯叶。                                                                                 
亲爱的，我走了，                                                                               
脚步沉沉，心绪叠叠。                                                                               
泪水转了几转又流回心里，                                                                           
那里刻着我们的一切。