校园的小巷，
                         迷蒙的薄雾，
                         风声  ，
                         斑驳摇动的树影，
                         雨声，
                         微微震颤的花萼，
                         哒哒声，
                         是你远去的倩影，
                         咚咚声，
                         是我心底的热火，
                         在这个，
                         同样悠长的雨巷，
                         我寂寥又彷徨，
                         或许不曾遐想，
                         丁香的颜色，
                         丁香的芬芳，
                         但是，
                         慢慢远去的你
                        却正是——
                        那个丁香一般的姑娘
                        那个撑着油纸伞的女郎  。