这是秋天的雨

                                 这是秋天的心

                                 从爱的路上回来

                                 清醒之外

                                 还是清醒

 

                                 世事

                                 总是难料

                                 我还是喜欢

                                 在院落里听风

                                 看花

                                 自然地开了又败

                                 一切的讯息

                                 与你无关

 

                                 也许有一天

                                 我们老的不能再老

                                 回首这一路

                                 看见爱

                                 在泪里

                                 沉默