偶感

                                                                                                  我就好像是一个孤魂，

                                                                                                  偶尔喜欢在阳光下晒晒发霉的心。

                                                                                                  让风把所有的忧郁带走，

                                                                                                  在乌云下藏着真实的内心。

                                                                                                  偶尔会辨不清方向，

                                                                                                  偶尔会感觉筋疲力尽.

                                                                                                  是什么让我生存？

                                                                                                  是什么让我沉沦？   

                                                                                                  踏着薄薄的轻纱，

                                                                                                  隐匿在市井人群。