在一个朦胧的黄昏
                                             海子为了一碗酒的喝法
                                             抱着他的诗歌
                                             毅然而惨烈地死去
                                             他的死
                                             同他的诗歌一样热烈而朦胧
                                             让世人费尽猜疑
                                             无数的朝圣者
                                             把坟前的青草踏遍
                                             也没谁学到
                                             他那殉道者的精诚

                                            诗歌本是天国的音符
                                            你要以之证明酒的喝法
                                            岂有不被缪斯召回之理
                                            你死得其所
                                            又有何憾
                                            愿我的歌飞向夜空
                                            与星月交融
                                            降为甘露
                                            把你坟头的青草浇灌
                                            等那春暖花开
                                            之抵死缠绵