在过客的眼神里
                         都市的街头是心灵流放的港湾
                         绿意丛生的城堡中
                         又始终缺少苍茫的情感
                         或许是粉妆倩影给妖娆赋予了时代的概念
                         也许是烛光投影的诗意
                         被灯红酒绿的泡沫
                         又悄悄埋藏遮掩
                         曾经的文明是檀香缭绕的炉火
                         多年之后的今天啊
                         又被时代编织成别样的藤萝
                         是谁牵动历史的魂魄
                         在古老的芬芳中碾压出浓郁的文墨
                         又是谁用岁月之外的音符
                         弹奏出香消玉殉的残缺
                         记忆中，也曾是过客