那轮独轮车还没有来
                         我已将微微颤抖的山路
                         望成一团乱麻

                         已经不再是年轻的冬暮
                         灰色的铅云匆匆
                         翻山越岭
                         出门？还是回家？

                         有离群的孤雁
                         在我的头顶叫着
                         青丝已白
                         来路已被夕光铺满

                         不敢想象
                         秋菊黄时
                         你我曾相约在
                         山那边的苦楝树下
                         那轮独轮车还没有来
                         知道它可能不会来了
                         我还在暮色中
                         痴痴地望着