无了烟火的气息，                                                     
弥漫着香甜，                                                            
地上的静水映照着长天，                                           抬首，是无垠的刺眼。                                               
那熠熠的璀璨，                                                         终究也迎来了黯淡。                                                  我向前走去，                                                            
是追逐诗的远方，                                                     可你成了星夜，                                                         
我老成了归途。                                                         这一刻，暖了自己，也渐了白隙。                               
总以为老无所依，                                                    
到最后，才知道，                                                      像花了很多光年从远方而来，                                    又像花了很多光年才抵达远方的星光