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                                                                                  曾忘記落葉時空氣的芬芳, ­

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                                                                                  隻記得在十字路口孤獨的迷茫, ­

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                                                                                  曾站在田地間安靜的觀望, ­

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                                                                                  卻發現迷失了最初的信仰, ­

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                                                                                  可能一百個秋天以後, ­

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                                                                                  還會在凋零中幻想, ­

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                                                                                  但是, ­

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                                                                                  你是否會和我一樣, ­

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                                                                                  走在趕赴天堂的路上,