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                               你的容颜正值暮色， 

                         为什么，我却看见了春天的颜色。 

                              既然已经升起秋的帷幕，                 

                          又何必恋恋不舍，展转徘徊。 

                             飘下的不只是躯体， 

                          而是下一次生命的静谧 ， 

                  又是一次化作春泥的轮回，春的等待。 

                             想念                  

                        想着，念着， 

                             想着， 

                           是她的容颜， 

                            念着， 

                             是你的语言， 

                              在那一瞬间， 

                               轻声地， 

                              呼唤着她的名字---就像春天， 

                               只怪秋风来得猝不及防， 

                               没给我一点反应的时间， 

                               来不及等到

                              于是，我相思的种子便疲倦地， 

                               因风，落下。