任风吹乱头发
指尖已经没有阳光的温度
桌上的茶杯还有它的余热
手边的行囊静静地等待
思想的包袱却怎么也装不满                                                                                      
原来还差一个告别仪式                                                                                      

微笑着挥手告别                                                                                     
背道而行的方向                                                                                      
也许，有一天还会相见                                                                                      
或者，永远可能不会再见面                                                                                                                 
 
闲暇的时候偶尔回忆                                                                                      
如果没有那个告别仪式                                                                                      
决绝的迈步前行                                                                                     
是不是                                                                                      
还会心存牵挂                                                                                     
假如有下次我要试一下                                                                                     
即使流泪也要决绝                                                                                     
或许 
残缺的完美