闭上眼睛
                                                                                         触摸自己的心房
                                                                                         曾经的姑娘
                                                                                         还是带着伤
                                                                                           冬日的忧徨
                                                                                        秋日的空旷
                                                                                        抚慰我内心的动荡
                                                                                           旧的烟
                                                                                           还在口袋
                                                                                           等一口火
                                                                                                  燃烧