那一天面朝大海                                                        那一天春暖花开
他登上高崖                                                               她靠在树下
微风吹动他的衣角                                                     微风吹动她的丝发
微风送去他的白云                                                     微风舞动她的花儿
她不知道他在等她                                                     他不知道她在等他
微风都知道                                                               花儿也知道
花儿却不说                                                               微风也不说 
微风把她的花香送来她的身旁                                    微风把他的白云送来她的上方
花香拟成她的模样                                                     白云塑成他的长相
他张开双臂                                                               她伸出双手 
他上前去拥抱她                                                        她踮脚去触碰他
刹那                                                                         刹那
微风停了                                                                  微风停了
他差点搂到她的细腰                                                 她差点碰到他的侧脸
他多想看到她的笑颜                                                 她多想看到他的双眼
但香气变得旷远                                                        但白云变得稀散
他抓着那朵花的香气                                                 放下了遗憾的双手     
她望着飘远的白云                                                    收回了不舍的指尖
他转身坐在崖边                                                       他转身靠在树前
望着彼方                                                                 望着彼方
陷入沉思                                                                 陷入沉思
仿佛                                                                        好像
他在等待着下一次的面朝大海                                   她在等待着下一次的春暖花开
等风来                                                                     等风来