等
                      风来
                     看云过
                    白驹过隙
                   回首已昨日
                  望断情伤之处
                 纵十年不问归路
                他人不懂痴心守候
               不是我不能走是不愿
             明知自欺欺人却不愿醒
               仿佛还能牵住你的手
                那花间隐雾的背影
                 犹若是水中望月
                  来过却不记得
                   是不舍还是
                    黄粱一梦
                     不舍得
                       唯有
                         愿