渐渐的远离了海港
                               高高地扬起帆
                           又是一次漫长的远航

                      一轮夕阳，燃烧在宁静的海面上
                          老水手握着一杆烟枪
                        扶着船栏，苦涩的海风
                           流过他枯瘦的脸庞
                            白发散漫的飘荡
                            望着远方的海面
                      远方会有数不清的暗礁，风浪

                      老水手站在月光洒满的甲板上
                 风有点凉，月光把他的影子拉的很长
                      船头激起银浪，悠悠的响
                     闭上眼睛，脑海中突然闪现
                        一只只海鸟在天空盘旋
                         一只只海鸟掠过海面
                         一只只海鸟栖在帆上
                         总是那副高傲的模样

                            宁静的海面上
                         一只海鸟猛的飞过
                      老水手静静的走去船舵旁……