早已无需小草帽
                         遮我的荫凉
                         只是那雨丝中的青果
                         悬着时隐时现的诱惑
                         让我不敢抬头
                         哪怕远远的一望

                         摇晃着老酒
                         空空如也
                         只好顶在头上
                         做伞，做蘑菇
                         在森林中彷徨

                         从此我再也走不出那片雨季
                         那雨丝中的青果
                         总爱在我的眼前
                         摇摇晃晃

                         从此，我的每一处关节
                         都可以拧出水来
                         而那水之酸
                         足够让青梅绝望