把相思，                                                                          揉进那白起的胡子里，                                               
是怎么样的一种煎熬。                                               白天不懂夜的黑。                                                        楼板顶上的小狗叫声，                                                     胖子的脚步声，                                                              还半夜里的作爱声，                                                    都显得一无事处。                                                        在这钢筋混凝土的框架里，                                       空气在凝固，       在窒息。                                        唯有这思念是一种，                                                    晴天霹雳的念想，                                                        是一种活下去的理由。                                               好久不见，                                                                      你还好吗？