我要走了

                                                     我要走了

                                                        我要走了

                                                        就算寒冷的风将我的长发吹乱

                                                        在这个很少阳光的冬季

                                                        我的脸洁白像昨天远天如织的云朵

                                                       很多时候有些痕迹就刻在心上

                                                       轻轻地走过

                                                       屋檐下声声滴落的雨点

                                                       再也听不到

                                                     我走了

                                                     谁也不知道世界的诅咒还在哪里

                                                     像一棵被你用嘴角吹远的蒲公英种子

                                                     飘向你永远不知名的地方

                                                    再也不想像他们那样幸福

                                                    再也不想像他们那样甜美

                                                    走的时候

                                                    也不想望见你低低的脸

                                                    有些时候有些我还在雪地里跳着

                                                    像一个孩子向你伸出冰冷的手

                                                    也许春天已经顺着黑夜的眼睛来了

                                                    我回回首 看了看 看了又看