沉默的人总是微笑
                                   嘴角的邪恶有手有脚
微风同他玩闹
                           拿去他的帽
                                他夹紧衣襟        按下帽檐
                                                 快步行走
                                                      想去寻找事物的真相
可谁知道    谁又清楚
                                    凶手都是沉默          也总是微笑
他快伐不息     从不逗留    
                                              来去匆匆
可谁又知道      谁又清楚
                                     难道凶手就不去寻找真相？
嘘正说着
                他来了
                               带着真相