望着那浑浊的天宇，
                                    放眼干涩的大地，
                                    我舔一舔缺水的舌头，
                                    总想张开失色的嘴皮。
                                   
                                    喊一声吗？
                                    又不敢面对这乌烟瘴气，
                                    歌一曲吧？
                                    从何要来润喉的气息。
                                    
                                    我想说谁，
                                    老天都不敢和我对质，
                                    为了寻找，
                                    曾经钻进去十八层地狱。
                                    
                                    雨呀，
                                    你这无情的东西，
                                    难道，
                                    我那里得罪了你。
                                    
                                    如果需要我赔罪，
                                    就希望你早点通知，
                                    不要再年复一年，
                                    无声折磨大地的儿女。
                                      
                                    望眼欲穿，
                                    我不想再用这个词语，
                                    如果需要用我的热血，
                                    我一定毫不犹豫。
                                       
                                    我知道，
                                    你不崇拜香火燃续，
                                    不稀罕，
                                    再建多少庙宇。
                                       
                                    只是需要，
                                    改变这窒息的天体，
                                    还有那，
                                    良心的虔祈。