图/滴墨成蝶  

                             夜已深   抚琴的手停歇

                             咫尺间   你执扇摇曳

                             无须四目凝视

                             灯火已阑珊

                             从我肩头滑落的

                             是夜的盅惑

                             轻撩罗裳

                             投你满怀江山

                             腾出一个位置

                             刚好放得下你的手

                             风已关上你回家的门

                             也吹灭了那盏灯

                             今夜你就尽情

                             看我七十二变