风走进小巷，
                                                  步履怏怏。
                                                 摇下几片树叶，
                                                   缝为衣裳。

                                                 风走过小巷，
                                                    啸声悲凉。
                                                 沉默的背影，
                                                 披了一身月光。

                                                 人拂一素古琴，
                                                     余音绕梁。
                                                   精致的琴身，
                                                 附了一席忧伤。

                                                  风走至巷尾，
                                                     回头遥望。
                                                   婉转的曲声，
                                                     散落一巷。

                                                   风走出小巷， 
                                                     心情惆怅。
                                                   带着几度迷茫，
                                                   仰看漫天星光。

                                                    风再忆小巷，
                                                      梧桐树旁。
                                                    孤独的旅人，
                                                   惜别一缕哀伤。

                                                       惜别晚风
                                                   空留一席悲鼓笙