那些年的失败，                                                  就如从花枝上碎落掉的残花，                       从容又倔强的美丽，                                          匆匆不舍的使命，                                                 离去过又依附在泥土里的牵挂，                         多年后怎么醒悟过来的世俗，                                偏偏生根于一颗骄傲冰雪的心灵，                     如蝼蚁艰难的寄尘，                                          还不要邋遢了一身美丽的衣裳。                      那些说不出来的往事，                                       一并着我的呼吸难过慌张，                                   在梦里还要储蓄轮回，                                        叫从前屈辱的命运冰凉，                                                     冰凉成我右脚背的一条白蛇，                             不知后怕的慢慢理会我的疼痛，                       说着这世上腐朽的故事，                                     安慰我的沧桑悲然，                                          冷血的怜悯竟然传奇，                                            天蛇的灵性也许不凡，                                       南瓜丛里安身它的仙迹，                                      延续半个月的修养让我明了，                              从此不争不值得争的一些世俗。