秋风吹落，
                                 奈何寂寞。
                                 听一曲伤曲，
                                 难以愈合心的孤单。
                                 百花不欣，
                                 我孤芳自赏，
                                 张开口，
                                 谈笑一场。

                                 梅花三弄，
                                 那是大势所趋的悲。
                                 对影三人，
                                 那是一人独饮的寂。
                                 弱水三千，
                                 那是流留一人的虚。
                                 三生三世，
                                 那是新人幻美的无。

                                 想起断桥残雪，
                                 我有意路过红尘，
                                 有时，
                                 我只欣赏风景。