云层有自己暗沉的节奏
                                                                                               逼得人们像是大祸临头
                                                                                             我的面前白天和黑夜正在决斗
                                                                                               阳光不过暧昧的说了一声
                                                                                                              随便。
                                                                                                          选择白天
                                                                                              雨水就会封锁你出海的港口
                                                                                                           选择黑夜
                                                                                           偏爱植物的狮子终究不会被善待
                                                                                                            忽然
                                                                                            从地心开出的列车有煤的保护色
                                                                                                    毫不犹豫的明白
                                                                                                    我就是它的乘客