什么时候我才能够释怀

                             像诗人一样游离在外

                                    什么时候我才能够感慨

                                                        那些愤怒与尘埃

            流浪的时光总是让人缅怀

                           楼上的少女楼下的小孩

                                                      是否会在若干年后

                                                                  想起年少时的爱 

                   我已经很习惯地站在风中眺望

                                           那些如风般飘逝的过往

                                                              我已经很习惯流浪

                                                                      流浪在无法预知的未来