风，你是否听得到她无声的呐喊！
                                                                           埋藏在它内心最深处的地方。
                                                                           你是否看见她在最寒冷的夜，
                                                                           流下的泪，滋养玫瑰生长......

                                                                           荒芜的沙漠中，尘土飞扬。
                                                                           而在荒芜的深处，玫瑰绽放。
                                                                           你为何不愿拨开它那层纱，
                                                                           看见它最赤诚的红！
                                                                             
                                                                           你可知那红，是它用鲜血尽染!
                                                                           又一滴血轻落荒漠，无用地，卷走在尘埃中......