.                   风，
                     你慢点吹，
                     我还想，
                     我还想，                                           
                     闻闻这儿的花香，
                     那是多么的，                                   
                     多么的熟悉，
                     那是我的童年，                                
                     那是她的足迹，                    
                     她，                                          
                     她一定路过此地，                    
                     只是我无法看到她， 
                     渐行渐远 ，
                     我，
                     我好想与她再次重逢，
                     将那梦寐以求的，
                     有缺失的梦找回来，
                     我好冷，
                     冷得打寒颤，
                     冷得呼吸困难，
                     冷得忘记她的名字，
                     忘记了她的样子，
                     甚至，冷得，
                     忘记追寻她的足迹。