失去线的风筝，
                       落在孤寂的田野里，
                       躺在满地的枯叶上。
                             任风吹雨打，
                              或大或小，
                              或轻或重。

                            偶尔阳光明媚，
                          爆发出生的希望！
                            偶尔微风一吹，
                         片刻得到轻盈的感觉！
                               或许狂风一阵，
                       那自由的滋味已涌上心头！
                                 
                                 任风吹雨打，
                                  我依旧是我，
                                 待到黄叶归土，
                                     绿叶爬梢，
                               自由也已向我招手！