随黄叶飘零，
                                满陈的阶台多了些新样，
                                帘幔早被人拉开了，
                                常春藤的影，
                                不自顾的，
                                在那旧旧床榻上爬着，
                                死者的魂我并不熟悉，
                                好像昨天于明天都一样。
                                这样貌，
                                像极了我张罗在瓶子里的宇宙，
                                熟悉的花草，
                                渐渐隐忍在了涓埃。
                                谁会知道，
                                这也是个安全屋，
                                可惜是曾经。