每每想起一生中后悔的事                                        秋风都会扫落梧桐叶                                        
或是立于山脊回眸                 
亦或踏上一座失修的桥                                         
危险的事固然美丽                                              
却不如待她骑马驰来                                        
羞惭                                                                            低着头                                                          
踩着影子                                                          
应和着                                                          
影子永远追随                                               
让她时常凝视                                                
望向渐长的影子                                                    
想起一生中后悔的事                                               梧桐叶便停满南山