想念，是杯甜蜜的酒
                                                              葡萄酿制，色泽酡红
                                                              一饮一啄
                                                              天上的月便弯成了钩

                                                            没有无聊的欲望来打扰
                                                            初见的梨花温柔
                                                            香了面颊
                                                            那如梨花一样一身素白的姑娘
                                                            就此香了晚霞

                                                             呵，晚霞
                                                             那是不愿落下的牵挂