我的回忆就像——
                                             半满的茶杯，
                                           满是褐色的茶渍。
                                               微弱的星点，
                                           仍能得以窥见。
                                           我抬头望了望，
                                             漫天的灿烂。
                                                 才发现，
                                            那是过去的心愿。
                                                 我不敢，
                                            倒掉污浊的茶水，
                                             因为星星会消失。