青春   如同那年的春天一般                               

百花齐放姹紫嫣红争香斗艳                               

春天的那只燕子                                               

 领你细听午后蝉鸣月夜蛙叫                             

夏末知了引你上枝头细数那些花儿最后的宿命                                                                   

深秋的落叶载你去往白色的清早                        

落雪的深夜                                                         

一老人独坐窗前                                                 

是听雪在亲吻窗台   还是                                    

怀念春天万紫丛中的那一点红                             

亦或是那只开春依旧归来的燕子                      

难道心中回荡的不是蝉儿夜蛙的缠绵                       

秋枝上那枚精提细选的果实                               

虽然苦涩回味却清香甘甜                                     

下一个清晨                                                       

是不是可以把木箱里的那枚果核埋在后山         

这是青春最后的葬礼                                         

这是那老人最后的葬礼                                        

这是最后的等待                                                

等待破土   等待翅膀                                          

这是最后的轮回                                                 

大地苏醒   生命轮回                                          

抬头远山依稀有那只燕子的翅膀                        

其实什么也不曾离去                                          

其实你就是那老人