雾从泥土中升起，
                                                  只为看那一眼太阳；
                                                     我从美梦中苏醒，
                                                  只为闻那泥土中的芬香；

                                                    扑面的小水滴啊，
                                                 你可知你有多么的珍贵？
                                                   似黄昏最后一缕金光，
                                                  从那山头照向这山头。
                                                  又似甘美的清泉，
                                                    流进那小河旁。

                                                   别人都说你离开了
                                                  可你并没有消失啊。

                                                   溪涧有你的足迹，
                                                  小草旁有你的身影，
                                                  就连小动物的身上也有你那，
                                                    时时不去的纤影。

                                                 是我错误的与你相遇了吗
                                                  还是我不该与你相遇
                                                   你走的是那么匆忙
                                                 只留下这泥土的芬芳